There isn’t anything very tender about being in love... it’s a cruel and clamouring hunger.

Desire comes easy to a man, but it soon flickers out if love doesn’t light the flame.

It isn’t love if it isn’t everything.

These days, young men seemed to flirt with love rather than burn with it.

Love without a little fighting is like potatoes without salt.

Love and infatuation are like time and tide. One is forever, the other comes and goes.

She smiled and touched the smattering of silver at his temple, a shyness in her, and yet a new self-possession in her as she came to the realization that love turns a girl into a woman, and a man into a boy.

Vanessa was pondering the Spanish insistence on love. Did the Latin male consider it was all women were born for, to feel and give love; to devote all their life and energy to it?

At the kernel of every promise, there is always a little doubt, like a fragment of shell that clings to the broken nut.

Sunshine merely settles on the skin, it doesn’t penetrate, or so I’ve found,” he murmured cynically.