Love is knowing that you want to spend the rest ofyour life with someone, and not knowing if they want to spend it with you. Unknown
Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. Donne, John
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire. Shakespeare, William
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, < Shakespeare, William
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
