Love’s wounds can only be healed by the one who caused them.
Love is made sweet by compliments; not commands.
Rare is the one you can long hold dear.
A caress is better than a career.
First love is a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
We are easily fooled by what we love.
Love is like the measles – worse when it comes late in life.
Love is a disease; but curable.
Love, overly hot, soon cools.
Love locks no cupboards.
Where there is much love there are few regrets.
Love is sometimes activated by a single glance.
Love is an egotism of two.
Love that’s true is based on respect and esteem.
Love, light, and a cough can never be hidden.
Love is the endeavor to form a friendship inspired by hormonal attraction.
Love first enters through the eye and proceeds to the heart.
“Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it” (Song of Solomon 8:7).
Love rules its kingdom without a sword.
Love will find a way…down paths lions fear to stray.
Love and joy are twins.
Love is sweet torment.
The quarrels of lovers are renewals of love.
Love, reproved, more urgent grows.
The difference is wide that the bed will not decide.
Even the wisest can be caught by cupid.
The reason lovers never tire of being together is because they
are always the subject of their own conversations.
Love covers all sins (Proverbs 10:12).
Love makes a palace out of a cottage.
“Perfect love casts out fear” (I John 4:18).
Getting kisses out of a girl is like getting olives out of a bottle;
the first one may be difficult…but the rest come easy.
Those who can number their kisses, will always, with few, be content.
Stolen kisses are always sweeter.
Nobody wants a kiss when they are hungry.
Kissin’ don’t last: cookery do.
Kissing: the anatomical juxtaposition of two orbicular orix muscles in a state of contraction.
The sound of a kiss is not as loud as that of a cannon….but the echo lasts longer.
Love is blind, but marriage is an eye-opener.
If Jack’s in love, he’s no judge of Jill’s beauty.
Where true love exists, there’s little need of formality.
The lover has one heart in two bodies; “they twain shall be one flesh.” (Matthew 19:5)
We are fashioned by what we love – and who loves us.
Tell me who loves you….and I’ll tell you what you are.
The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.
Love is the most generous of the passions, for it’s the only one which includes in its dreams
the happiness of someone else.
Love’s demise is indifference.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle fall in love.
Love is painful if its arrow strikes only one of two hearts.
I wrote a letter to my love
In an effort to kindle desire:
I hoped to raise a flame, and it did:
She put my letter in the fire.
Love can be killed by an overdose of it.
Love, like the measles, attacks mainly the young.
Love can only be inspired by the two participants.
He who tries to forget a woman never truly loved her.