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It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know it has begun. A thousand heralds proclaim it to the listening air, a thousand messengers betray it to the eye. Tone, act, attitude and look, the signals upon the countenance, the electric telegraph of touch - all these betray the yielding citadel before the word itself is uttered, which, like the key surrendered, opens every avenue and gate of entrance, and renders retreat impossible.                      
                                                              - Longfellow

--------------save the children - we are the children--------------
Brevity may be the soul of wit, but not when someone's saying, "I love you" When someone's saying, "I love you", he always ought to give a lot of details: Why does he love you? How much does he love you? When and where did he first begin to love you? Favourable comparisons with all the other women he ever loved also are welcome, and even though he insists it would take forever to count the ways in which he loves you, you wouldn't want to discourage him from counting.

- Judith Viorst from "What is this thing called Love?"
I don't love you, not at all; on the contrary, I detest you - You're a naughty, gawkey, foolish Cinderella. You never write me, you don't love your husband, you know what pleasure your letters give him, and yet you haven't written him six lines, dashed off casually!
What do you do all day, Madam? What is the affair so important as to leave you no time to write to your devoted lover? What affection stifles and puts to one side the love, the tender and constant love you promised him? Of what sort can be that marvelous being, that new lover who absorbs every moment, tyrannizes over your days, and prevents your giving any attention to your husband? Josephine, take care! Some fine night, the doors will be broken open, and there I'll be. Indeed, I am very uneasy, my love, at receiving no news of you, write me quickly four pages, pages full of agreeable things which shall fill my heart with the pleasantest feelings.
I hope before long to crush you in my arms and cover you with a million kisses burning as though beneath the equator.

- Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine Bonaparte, Verona, November 13, 1796

By all means marry, if you make a good match you will be a happy man,
If you make a bad one you will become a philosopher.     
                                                                  -Socrates

He speaks the kindest words, and looks such things,
Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace.
That 'tis a kind of Heaven to be deluded by him.

Nathaniel Lee, 1653-1692
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