Love is … love is being a thousand miles away and still being able to picture his eyes. Love is walking into a crowded room of people and knowing he’s in the room because you get that feeling. Love is when you’re lying in your bed at night falling asleep and pretending that he’s right there next to you. Love is when he walks into the room and you forget to breathe. Your heart stops and for that split second, you get that rush. Love is missing him before he leaves. Love is never thinking you could have these kinds of feelings and having them for him. Love is more than just butterflies – it’s indescribable. ~ Erika

Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt and he wears it every day.

Falling in love is like being struck by lightening. You can no more make it strike you than you can avoid it. ~ Indy

Romantic love is a mental illness, but it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts reality and that’s the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw. ~ Fran Lebowitz

Love is a two-sided issue. Just as it can give one the greatest ecstasy, it can cause one the greatest pain. Yet most of us are willing to take the risk. ~ Kahil Gibran

Love is a funny thing. It is an intensely personal, yet universal thing. It has a thousand definitions and not one of them gets it exactly right. It is a feeling. It is an experience. It is inside of us and yet elusive. We desire it, yet fear it. It is the central experience of our lives and yet it remains a mystery.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love,” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. ~ Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

Love is the answer. At least for most of the questions in my heart like why we're here and where do we go and how come it's so hard. ~ Jack Johnson

You're like a Sunday morning pleasing my eyes. You're a midsummer's dream under a star soaked sky. You're that peaceful, easy feeling at the end of a long, long road. You're like coming home. ~ Emery, "You're Like Coming Home"

You're that innocence, that serenity, that long last part of me. ~ Emery, "You're Like Coming Home"

No one can tell you what love is. You will simply feel it when you feel nothing else. ~ Jared Little

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return. ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Maybe that’s just how it is. When your mind and your body and your heart and your soul are in total agreement with each other. Maybe that’s how it is when it’s real love. ~ What My Mother Doesn’t Know by Sonya Sones

“The true test of a relationship,” Gert thought, “is if you can tell someone the most boring story in the world about yourself and they’ll still have something to add.” ~ Starting From Square Two by Caren Lissner

Infatuation is when you find somebody who is absolutely perfect. Love is when you realize they aren’t and it doesn’t matter.

Love is complicated – full of sacrifice and compromise … but maybe that’s the best part. ~ Felicity

Not all heroes walk in the glamour of lights. Not all angels have wings. Love is the power that will open your eyes. Love is the sight that lets you see these things. ~ Sir Pavio Writlot

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is a fire. But whether it’s going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Finding someone isn’t about trying to transform yourself into the perfect image of what you think they want. It’s about being exactly who you are and then finding a person who appreciates that.

When you have nothing left but love … then, for the first time, you become aware that love is enough.

Love that is not madness is not love.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

Infatuation is when you find somebody who is absolutely perfect. Love is when you realize that they aren’t and it doesn’t matter.

Liking someone is accepting every part of them, but you can't do that unless they are willing to share every part with you. ~ Smallville