But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.
Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.
Love has both its gall and honey in abundance: it has sweetness to the taste, but it presents bitterness also to satiety.
Alas...I too have known love, that ruler of hearts, that soul of our soul: it's never brought me anything except one kiss and twenty kicks in the rump. How could such a beautiful cause produce such an abominable effect on you?
Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.
Love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful.
That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.
Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?
Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.
Love delights in paradoxes. Saddest when it has most reason to be gay, sighs are the signs of its deepest joy, and silence is the expression of its yearning tenderness.
It was ironic how love could awaken them to the wonders of the universe, while at the same time confine their attention to one another.
Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.
Love is a gift we deliver when we would rather not.
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
Love is a contradiction.
