He who has loved often ... has loved never.
Lost love is still love.
All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.
Life has to end, love doesn't.
A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.
The world says of marriage: A short joy and a long displeasure. But he who understands it finds in it delight, love, and joy without ceasing.
Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss in every corner, scuffing the dust and the cat. Love rises like bread as we go bust.
Faith will become vision, hope will become possession, but the love of Jesus Christ that is stronger than death endures forever. In the end, it is the only thing you can hang onto.
Since to be loved endures, To love is wise.
What surprises me in life are not the marriages that fail, but the marriages that succeed.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Of all the love stories ever published, I have - realistically - read very few.
I think believing in eternal love or growing old together, people might think is a bit old fashioned. I am bit old fashioned, and I truly believe that it can happen provided that you do find the correct person.
They say love conquers all You can't start it like a car You can't stop it with a gun.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
