Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt.

True love is born from understanding.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.