I temporarily lost my hope in love, and it was temporary, thank goodness.
If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.
True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.
Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
Hope has a place in a lover's heart.
Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.
Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.
I love what's left after love has been tested.
Of all the uses of adversity which are sweet, none are sweeter than those which grow out of disappointed love.
Love is the only thing worth fighting for.
The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that Finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny.
Where is love more glorified than where she dwells in the midst of her enemies?
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.
