Love is a flint that sparks a flame that will either flicker and
burn out or continue with a warming glow.
~ Anonymous.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
~ William Shakespeare.
Give expression to the noble desires that lie in your heart.
~ Gordon B. Hinckley.
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
~ William Shakespeare.
Gravity is not to blame for two people falling in love.
~ Unknown.
