Love is when you give a person the complete ability to break you into a million pieces, but trust him enought not to.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love.

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

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

Is a kiss not the very autograph of love?

A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear.

The kiss have not been stolen without an accomplice. What lies lurk within it? - for it certainly left something to be desired.

Can you think of a way in which you can become more and thereby give something back?

Love chases some, but waits for others.