George Sand There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved.
Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
- William Shakespeare
He is the half part of a blessed man
Left to be finished by such as she:
And she a fair divided excellence
Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Edmond and Jules de Goncourt
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live.
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever.
Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
My greatest wish for the two of you is that through the years your love for each other will so deepen and grow, that years from now you will look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least.
"Within you I lose myself. Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again."
"If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you made me smile, I would have the whole night sky in the palm of my hand."
I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too.
And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
"The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain signing to it...you and you alone make me feel that I am alive...Other men, it is said, have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough."
"I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal."
H. L. Mencken
Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.