Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an object intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

When one loves somebody, everything is clear- where to go, what to do-it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.

Tis much to gain universal admiration; more, universal love.

Love is a universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

They are always saying God loves us. If that's love I'd rather have a bit of kindness.

Because love has been so perverted, it has in many cases come to involve a measure of hatred.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.