If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell.
The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.
I'm a romantic fool. I always end up getting hurt.
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.
Since love is folly, a foolish woman is more dangerous than a wise one.
You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me." I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Love is being stupid together.
Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
-"He loved her...It was noble of him. It was beautiful." -"It was stupid.
INTIMACY, n. A relation into which fools are providentially drawn for their mutual destruction.
But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
To love a fool is a misfortune, but does not make one a fool.
Many brief follies--that is what you call love. And your marriage puts an end to many brief follies, with a single long stupidity.
I didn't want to be apologetic about my love story, and I think to be willing to write about love you have to be willing to sound foolish. I wanted to write about foolish and goofy love and different relationships. I wanted to write about interracial relationships in a way that does not pretend as if race does not exist.
They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.
Did you ever read a love-letter that wasn't an evidence of idiocy - except your own?
I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
Like a fool, I fell in love with you, Turned my whole world upside down
It is a brave and stupid thing, a beautiful thing, to waste one's life for love.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.
