Love is a journey through waters and stars.
Love is a holy mystery and ought to be hidden from all other eyes, whatever happens.[Любовь – тайна божия и от всех глаз чужих должна быть закрыта, что бы там ни произошло.]
Love is a greater mystery than death.
Love is a great beautifier.
Love is a gift; love is also a chain with a manacle at each end.
Love is a familiar; love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love.
Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.
Love is a decision? That’s right. A decision. Not a feeling. That’s what you young people don’t realise. That’s why you’re always off divorcing each other.
Love is a dangerous thing. It comes in disguise to change our life.
Love is a conquest! Love is war!
Love in the young requires as little of hope as of desire to feed upon.
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.[Любовь деятельная сравнительно с мечтательною есть дело жестокое и устрашающее.]
