You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Stand by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.

Love is metaphysical gravity.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.

Who loves, raves.

With our love, we could save the world.