Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Many are the starrs I see, but in my eye no starr like thee.
Loving is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Love — a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.
I claim there ain’t
As great as Valentine.
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever.
Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
Must, bid the Morn awake!
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This day’s Saint Valentine’s.
For that good bishop’s sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you…
and kisses are a better fate
lady i swear by all flowers.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
Are we not like two volumes of one book?
A bell is no bell ’til you ring it,
A song is no song ’til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay –
Love isn’t love
‘Til you give it away.
I’ve fallen in love many times… always with you.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
What I need to live has been given to me by the earth. Why I need to live has been given to me by you.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house.
Valentine hearts beat more passionately than everyday hearts.
Without Valentine’s Day, February would be… well, January.
We don’t believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
I love thee — I love thee,
‘Tis all that I can say
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.
Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren’t even there before.
Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: –
So many times do I love again.
Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.
Love is not singular except in syllable.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there’s moonlight all about and there’s no moon above.
Love me and the world is mine.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Come live in my heart and pay no rent.
For twas not into my ear you whispered
But into my heart
Twas not my lips you kissed
But my soul
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let’s kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
The most beautiful view is the one I share with you.
The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.
My whole heart for my whole life.
Like I’ve always said, love wouldn’t be blind if the braille weren’t so damned much fun.
Love is metaphysical gravity.
If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.