Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
I take a simple view of life. It is keep your eyes open and get on with it.
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.
Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
Some find it in their lovers eyes, who can deny the joy it brings. When you've found that special thing, you're flying without wings.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lovers eyes...and I can only stand apart and sympathize...for we are only what our situations hand us...it's either sadness or euphoria.
Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Locked in endless dreams, The extremes of all extremes, Ope no more, for now Love dies.
Faults are beauties in a lovers eye.
or simply:
