I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see, I want your hot love and emotion Endlessly.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
Love is . . . a madness most discreet
Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.
Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Love is all, love is new, love is all, love is you.
Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.
Love is an intensification of life.
Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.
Full-blooded romantic love I wouldn't be able to write about.
Did Romeo and Juliet have a ... "relationship"? The term "relationship" ... betokens a chaste egalitarianism leveling different ranks and degrees of attachment.
Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.
Love is an incurable malady like those pathetic states in which rheumatism affords the sufferer a brief respite only to be replaced by epileptiform headaches.
If one is strong, one loves the more strongly.
I love you Max,"Fang said..."God, Max I love you so much." I know. I thought. I've always known
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
With every breath, I'm deeper in you.
Many emotions go under the name of love, and almost any one of them will for a while divert the mind from the real, true, and perfect thing.
I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.
