Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what's left tastes bitter.
Love is the desire to give, not to receive, something. Love is the art of producing something with the other's talents.
War is like love, it always finds a way.
Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.
One weakness is enough, and love is the deadliest.