Quotes on Valentines Day Love

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

True love stories never have endings.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

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

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

Things must be felt with the heart.

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

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.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.