All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones

Falling in love is a lot like dying. You never get to do it enough to become good at it.

Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.

His heart was yours from the first moment that you met.

How much does she love you? Less than you'll ever know.

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so

I love you more than anything in this world. I don't expect that will last.

I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question?

If only you knew she loved you, you could face the uncertainty of whether you love her.