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Quotations for Commitment Ceremonies
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. ~Author Unknown
Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love. ~Robert Fulghum, True Love
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. ~Voltaire
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love. ~Albert Einstein
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. ~Natalie Clifford Barney
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes
When love is not madness, it is not love. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs. ~Ovid
I love thee - I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.
For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Who, being loved, is poor? ~Oscar Wilde
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. ~Zora Neale Hurston
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
'Til you give it away.
~Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, "You Are Sixteen (Reprise)"
Love me and the world is mine. ~David Reed
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be. ~Robert Browning
Two souls, one heart. ~French saying used on poesy rings
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ~Victor Hugo