The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.

Lovers know what they want, but not what they need.

For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and seem to become something different and better.

When a love relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves.

The reason why lovers are never weary of one another is this: they are always talking of themselves.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

Everything disturbs an absent lover.

Lovers are commonly industrious to make themselves uneasy.

All mankind love a lover.

There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.