Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, heart and senses.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
A man without passion would be like a body without a soul. Or even more grotesque, like a soul without a body.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
This is from my heart, to thank you for everything you have done for me, for all the times I forgot to tell you how I feel about you and how happy I am that you are in my life.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination - what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.
Every year has brought us more love as a husband and wife, you are my heart's delight, and I can't wait to see what this year brings for us.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart.