Quotes About Love

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect without esteem they cannot exist esteem is the first demand that they make of love.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint a second time.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Love is the poetry of the senses!

True love rules especially through memory.

Il ya toute une vie dans une heure d'amour.

Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.

The more a man judges, the less he loves

Le bonheur est la poésie des femmes.

for she was invaded by a kind of love which every girl has gone through —the love of the unknown, love in its vaguest form,