There
is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.
Thomas Fuller
Pleasure,
Loving, Beloved
Stand
by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.
Tammy Wynette
True
love is quiescent, except in the nascent moments of true humility.
Bryant H. McGill
Who
loves, raves.
Lord Byron
Love
is metaphysical gravity.
R. Buckminster Fuller
To
good and true love fear is forever affixed.
Francois Rabelais
More
than kisses, letters mingle souls.
John Donne
Pains
of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
John Dryden
It
is very easy to love alone.
Gertrude Stein
Love
is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.
Thornton Wilder
There
is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.
Friedrich Schiller
You
don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You
aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill
yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
David Herbert Lawrence
The
richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
Lawrence Durrell
Ultimately
love is everything.
M. Scott Peck
You
don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.
Werner Erhard
What
is love? It is the morning and the evening star.
Sinclair Lewis
Only
divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
Arthur Rimbaud
We
are most alive when we're in love.
John Updike
Love
ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
Aphra Behn
Love
is love's reward.
John Dryden
All
love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
Ovid
Who
ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe
In
love there are two things - bodies and words.
Joyce Carol Oates
We
love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
Cyril Connolly
But
love's a malady without a cure.
John Dryden
I
long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.
Leslie Fiedler
The
cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of
humanity, all lie in the one word 'love'. It is the divine vitality that
everywhere produces and restores life.
Lydia M. Child
When
we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of
hours when we loved not enough.
Maurice Maeterlinck
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