Love is a battle, love is war, love is accretion.

Love is the infinitely tricky and hard - and yet gentle.

Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly
desirable.

Love is the renunciation of force.

Love is not nothing, nor it belongs to somebody else.
In love with love is enough.

If you\'re a vegetarian and yet another ham pie, then
it is love.

You say that you love flowers, and spin the rods, you say that
Love dogs and lashed them, you say that you love birds, and
put them in cages, you say that you love me, and I am afraid.

love invoices hours turn into months,
day - for years, but every moment of absence becomes
of eternity.

The greatest misfortune is not to love to stay - but not love.

Love do not suffer yourself next to none. Love is
the same as the Old Testament God: I am the
Lord, your God, you have no other gods before
for me.

Love. I remove the word from the dictionary. The
uncertainty. Hollywood. . . Which love? What is love? Sentiment, fantasy, longing, lust? Obsession, destructive need?

Love is a check that can be tampered with, which could be exchanged for cash. Love is the payment of maturing.

That night I realized that love can be neither happy nor unhappy. It is intolerable in any case. I slept on the floor and realized that do not understand
Exactly what I want??! By-o-o?! I fell asleep against
morning. Saritinājos clusters directly on the floor beside the bed and fell asleep. By sleep novilku of bed pillow and blanket. I woke up at noon. But do not think I did not become easier. I woke up as if I would be locked in the same place, which were excluded.

When one person comes too close to another person
soul, the other falls in love with him, to protect his soul from intrusion.

Only love makes life real.