Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power. Ovid
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. Voltaire
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same. Voltaire
Love gives itself; it is not bought. Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. de Saint-Exupéry, Antoine
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. Donne, John
Love begets love. This torment is my joy. Roethke, Theodore
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding. Davis, Bette
