True Love Is Born from Hard Times.
To love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.
To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.[Conocer el amor de los que amamos, es el fuego que alimenta la vida.]
Think of nothing but to love me, think of nothing but to please me.[Ne songez qu’à m’aimer, ne songez qu’à me plaire.]
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.[El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor. Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre tu corazón de pronto dispuso mi camino.]
Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
