Rekindled love is generally short-term.
Love is one of the only reminders besides pain that things are real. It's one of the only things worth fighting for.
I wonder if most people ever ask themselves why love is connected with reproduction. And if they do ask themselves about this, I wonder what answer they give.
Sometimes you resent the people you love and need the most. Love is so fascinating in all its forms, and I think everyone who has ever been a mother will relate to this.
Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.
Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.
Love is the river of life in the world.
Romantic love is painful.
Romantic love is an addiction.
I have grown up on a staple diet of love stories. But, soon I realised it is not so rosy or divine. It is painful, selfish and ugly. Love is the biggest curse of this generation!
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
The meaning of love is obviously huge - but for me, it means be nice to people, and people will be nice to you back. Love is a selfless place to be. There is no safer place to be than under the canopy of love.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
This love is silent.
The craziest thing I've done getting over love is skydiving. I had a really upsetting breakup. When I broke up with my boyfriend I needed to like do something different and so I actually went skydiving to turn over a new page.
If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!
Real love is more than a physical feeling. If there's even the slightest doubt in your head about a guy, then forget about it. It's not real.
Love is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.
