O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.

He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.

As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.

Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.