As far as love is concerned, possession, power, fusion and disenchantment are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
The one snack I really love is YoCrunch yogurt. It's like an apple pie in a cup! You have your apples on the bottom, your yogurt in the middle, and piecrust crumbs on top.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Everybody has a bit of body armor they wear to protect themselves, and love is about trying to break it down. You have to see who a person really is and connect with her to break that armor.
Marriage, like love, is an aspiration. It's a process.
Love consists in giving without getting in return; in giving what is not owed, what is not due the other. That's why true love is never based, as associations for utility or pleasure are, on a fair exchange.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own... Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that.
My biggest love is still planets and stars. If I hadn't become an artist, I'd be an astronomer because I still love it so much.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.
Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Love is not my bag.
Loneliness sucks. It's a slog. It feels wonderful and exhilarating when someone makes it go away. But love is a whole different ball game.