Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does.
Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is easy to begin but very hard to stop.
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.
Love is metaphysical gravity.
Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Love is what you've been through with somebody.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Love is being stupid together.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Love conquers all.
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