We should like those whom we love to receive all their happiness, or, if this were impossible, all their unhappiness from our hands.
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.
To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.
Sudden love is latest cured.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
Time makes friendship stronger, but love weaker.
The reason that women do not love one another is - men.
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death.
Love seizes us suddenly, without giving warning, and our disposition or our weakness favors the surprise; one look, one glance, from the fair fixes and determines us.
Love and friendship exclude each other.
A woman with eyes only for one person, or with eyes always averted from him, creates exactly the same impression.
We wish to constitute all the happiness, or, if that cannot be, the misery of the one we love.
For a long time visits among lovers and professions of love are kept up through habit, after their behavior has plainly proved that love no longer exists.
To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate.
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love.
A lovely countenance is the fairest of all sights, and the sweetest harmony is the sound of the voice of her whom we love.
The beginning and the end of love are both marked by embarrassment when the two find themselves alone. [Fr., Le commencement et le declin de l'amour se font sentir par l'embarras ou l'on est de se trouver seuls.]
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear we die before we laugh at all.
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all.
When a plain-looking woman is loved, it is certain to be very passionately ; for either her influence on her lover is irresistible, or she has some secret and more irresistible charms than those of beauty.