You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
Love is a perfume you cannot pour into others without getting a few drops on yourself.
You call it madness, but I call it love.
Grow old along with me; the best is yet to be.
Love: The irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!