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We love in
another's soul
whatever of ourselves
we can deposit in it
the greater the deposit
the greater the love.
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Love is
mutuality of devotion forever subduing
the antagonisms inherent in divided functions.
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There is no heaven like mutual love
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Love is, above all, gift of oneself
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Two souls with but a single thought,
two hearts that beat as one
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Love consist in this, that two solitudes
protect and touch and greet each other.
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Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come
nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other
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In real love you want the other
person's good.
in romantic love you want the other person.
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In
their arithmetic of love , one plus one equals
everything and two minus one equal nothing.
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I
wonder, by my troth, what you and I
did till we loved?
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Love is a spring time plant that perfumes everything
with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
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Love is this irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
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O lyric love, half angel and half bird
and all a wonder and a wild desire.
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An ideal of love: to love with all desire and yet
to be as kind an old man past desire.
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True love is like ghost, which everybody
talks about and few have seen.
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Love...an attempt to change a piece
of a dream-world into reality.
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Love is the
realization that one
woman differs from another.
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A man may be said to love most truly that woman in
whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.
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Nothing spoils a romance so much as a sense of
humor
in the woman ... or the want of it in a man .
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Romance is the glamour which turns the dust
of everyday life into a golden haze.
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To try reason about love and you will lose your reason.
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Love is sweet but taste better with bread. |
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love is a sour delight, a
sugared grief,
a living death, an ever dying life.
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Love, oh love, oh loveless love
has set our hearts on goalless goals
from silk less silk and milk less milk
we've grown used to soulless souls.
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If thou
remembers not the slightest folly
that ever love did make thee run into,
thou hast not loved.
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Tis better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all. |