It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week.
Basement smells bad. Look for cat poops, change litter.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.
I'm dating a woman now who, evidently, is unaware of it.
The older theory was, marry an older man because they're more mature. But the new theory is men don't mature. Marry a younger one.
Our first and last love is self-love.
Romance is dead - it was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.
You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.
Some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.
Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.
By persistently remaining single a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation.
I wish Adam had died with all his ribs in his body.
It goes Christmas, New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day. Is that fair to anyone who's alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. And if you didn't get around to killing yourself at Christmas or New Year's, boom! There's Valentine's Day. I think there should be one more after Valentine's Day just called, 'Who could love you?'
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
Sex, unlike justice, should not be seen to be done.
The jewelry stores say, 'Tell your wife you love her with a diamond,' while wives tell you they love you with, 'Ok, but just because it's Valentine's Day.'
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
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