I love you as one loves certain dark things.
To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.
A boy in love is not mainly a calf but a poet.
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy
You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too. (191)
Love, like the cold bath, is never negative, it seldom leaves us where it finds us; if once we plunge into it, it will either heighten our virtues, or inflame our vices.
Sexual attraction keeps throwing self-interest off course.
[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.
Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love.
Infatuation was a good thing. It gave spice to life, and added to its enjoyment... But it was different from love. Love was worth everything, and couldn't be exchanged for anything.
Talk not of love: thou never knew'st its force.
A woman either loves or hates; she knows no medium.
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.
Pretty much everything about you gets me hot.
Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.
Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.
The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.
Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.
Passion and platonic friendliness, often contrary siblings, frequently wear similar faces to hide the great distance between them.
Love: You can't start it like a car, you can't stop it with a gun.
Love has its name borrowed by a great number of dealings and affairs that are attributed to it--in which it has no greater part than the Doge in what is done at Venice.
Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
I get kind of emotionally involved very quickly, and I'm not going to spend time with someone unless I love them. But it's not hard for me to fall in love.
Love, to her ear, was but a name, Combin'd with vanity and shame; Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were all Bounded within the cloister wall.
A woman in love can't be reasonable - or she probably wouldn't be in love.
