Eff love. Come out of the situation and look at it third person.

Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

Love words, agonize over sentences. And pay attention to the world.

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

Being in Love means being willing to ruin yourself for the other person.

Love is friendship on fire -- anonymous

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.

We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?

I love to go to a regular movie theater, especially when the movie is a big crowd-pleaser. It's much better watching a movie with 500 people making noise than with just a dozen.

I love editing. It's one of my favorite parts about filmmaking.

I love creating partnerships; I love not having to bear the entire burden of the creative storytelling, and when I have unions like with George Lucas and Peter Jackson, it's really great; not only do I benefit, but the project is better for it.

If you love what you do and are willing to do what it takes, it's within your reach.

I live by syllogisms: God is love. Love is blind. Stevie Wonder is blind. Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God. I don't know what I'd believe in if it wasn't for that.

My God is love and sweetly suffers all.

Love is all, it gives all, and it takes all.

Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all. Love discovers truths about individuals that others cannot see

It is not where we breathe, but where we Love, that we live.

To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

I temporarily lost my hope in love, and it was temporary, thank goodness.

I love who I am, and I encourage other people to love and embrace who they are. But it definitely wasn't easy - it took me a while.

I love tennis more than designing because it's actually easier and I don't get nearly as nervous.