Love is a many splintered thing.
Love lives in sealed bottles of regret.
The opposite of love is not hate; it's indifference.
Love is not a word; it's a sentence.
You're incomplete until you're in love; then you're finished.
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love's keen arrows make.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Love plays by no rules.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
Many play the game of love; but few ever know the score.
The magic of love is the ignorance that it can ever end.
Who so loves, believes the impossible.
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired..
