Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

Quote by Sydney Joseph Perelman

Topics: Love Quotes

The heart wants what it wants or else it does not care.

The heart wants what it wants or else it does not care.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am...

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am...

Joyfulness keeps the heart and face young. A good laugh makes us better friends with...

Joyfulness keeps the heart and face young. A good laugh makes us better friends with...

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly...

There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly...

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough...

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough...

Love is energy: it can neither be created nor destroyed. It just is and always...

Love is energy: it can neither be created nor destroyed. It just is and always...

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you...

One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you...

And I retired isolated in my corner of world again, seeking to understand what is...

And I retired isolated in my corner of world again, seeking to understand what is...

By accident of fortune a man may rule the world for a time, but by...

By accident of fortune a man may rule the world for a time, but by...

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang...

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang...

Love is the eternal first breath.

Love is the eternal first breath.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact...

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact...

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

Beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.

Beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.

The more you think about things, the weirder they seem. Take this milk. Why do...

The more you think about things, the weirder they seem. Take this milk. Why do...