Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

Love conquers all, Aphrodite promised. Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?Pfft. That's not the point....

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

Love could be quickly, but true love needed time to grow into something strong and enduring.

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

Love could turn vicious instantly.

Love covers a multitude of sins…

Love creates bridges where it would seem they were impossible.

Love creates; it doesn't destroy.

Love deeply grounded, hardly is dissembled.

Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the...

Love demands freedom. It always has, and it always will. We are free to resist, reject, and rebel against God's ways for us. We can have all the hell we want.

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo.It just simply was.

Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too.

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear

Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.

Love didn't work that way, I decided. Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.

Love didn’t deserve the nice reputation it had.

Love died in the shadows, and it shouldn’t cost so much to keep it in the sun. But as Trent would say, anything gotten cheap wouldn’t last, so do what you need to do to be happy and deal with the cons...

Love dies all the time, or at any rate it becomes distracted, overlaid--it might as well be dead.