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Strawberry fields forever
Love is our true destiny.
Hate is too great a burden to bear.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Nothing is real but dreams and love.
We can only learn to love by loving.
'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.
Life isn't long enough for love and art.
He who cannot love must learn to flatter.
Nail me to my car and I'll tell you who you are
A life without love is like a tree without fruit.
Tell me how you read and I'll tell you who you are.
If she undervalues me, What care I how fair she be?
In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.
Tell me who you walk with, and I'll tell you who you are.
Tell me who your enemy is, and I will tell you who you are.
Love makes life's sweetest pleasures and worst misfortunes.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
Tell me with whom you associate, and I will tell you who you are.
Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.
That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.
It's easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you.
This maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.
Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.
Sexiness is a state of mind - a comfortable state of being. It's about loving yourself in your most unlovable moments.
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
Where does the family start? It starts with a young man falling in love with a girl - no superior alternative has yet been found.
Most of the famous love affairs of literature or film were quite short. What was Romeo & Juliet? How long were they together? A few days.
Beauty and love are all my dream; They change not with the changing day; Love stays forever like a stream That flows but never flows away.
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh And love not bound in hearts of flesh No aching breasts would yearn to meet And find their ecstasy complete. For who is there that lives and knows The secret powers by which he grows?
When I get older losing my hair many years from now. Will you still be sending me a Valentine. Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.
Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there; Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek Love lights Her fire from that flame. When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night Love comes and finds a heart entangled in tresses. Beauty and Love are as body and soul. Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.
I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season it might be; Summer or winter for aught I can say. So, unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was i to see and to forsee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.