Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is supreme and unconditional; like is nice but limited.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
Love is metaphysical gravity.
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
Love is love’s reward.
Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.
Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is blind.
Love is being stupid together.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.