Quotes on Love You

But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.

Always, Sir, set a high value on spontaneous kindness. he whose inclination prompts him to cultivate your friendship of his own accord, will love you more than one whom you have been at pains to attach to you.

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Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

My wife is as handsome as when she was a girl, and I...fell in love with her; and what is more, I have never fallen out.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived.

To love is to place happiness in the heart of another.

Some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

Love can never grow old. Looks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

Our lives are shaped by those who love us as well as those who refuse to love us.

Like any other living, growing thing, love requires effort to keep it healthy.

The story of love is hello and goodbye... until we meet again.