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.

For twas not into my ear you whispered But into my heart Twas not my lips you kissed But my soul.

Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is the smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.

The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

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.

Are we not like two volumes of one book?

Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

I love you not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be liar, but never doubt I love.