Romantic Love

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

Be of love (a little) more careful than of everything.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved for ourselves.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?

Love isn’t an emotion or an instinct–it’s an art.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you don’t deserve me at my best.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

When one loves somebody, everything is clear—where to go, what to do—it all takes care of itself and one doesn’t have to ask anybody about anything.

The giving of love is an education in itself.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.

For a man to become a poet he must be in love, or miserable.

Observe that open loves are held to be more honorable than secret ones, and that the love of the noblest and highest, even if their persons are less beautiful than others, is especially honorable.

Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.

If a man can be properly said to love something, it must be clear that he feels affection for it as a whole, and does not love part of it to the exclusion of the rest.