Relationships and Family

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.

If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.

Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love . . . dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never a natural death. Every lover should be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love.

Love must be as much a light as a flame.

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!

Life is like a beautiful flirt, whom we love and to whom, finally, we grant every condition she imposes as long as she doesn’t leave us.

A family library is a breeding-place for character.

A man’s kiss is his signature.

A man’s kiss is his signature.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath sworn nearer by; a promise made With greater certainty; a vow which seeks To make itself more binding; a rosy dot Placed on the “i” in loving; ’tis a secret Told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath sworn nearer by; a promise made With greater certainty; a vow which seeks To make itself more binding; a rosy dot Placed on the “i” in loving; ’tis a secret Told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

Lips that taste of tears, they say Are the best for kissing.

Jealousy is always born with love but does not always die with it.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.

Of all crimes that human creatures are capable of committing, the most horrid and unnatural is ingratitude, especially when it is committed against parents.

What a miserable thing life is: you’re living in clover, only the clover isn’t good enough.

Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.