In the final analysis, love is a reflection of one’s self-worth on others.
Love is a kind of sweet pain, sincere love never takes a smooth road.
Is it not so ugly that money is stirred up with love?
Standing in a corner of the world, one watches the sunrise and sunset.
Love is life in its fullness, like the cup of wine.
You give me a tear, and I see all the oceans in your heart.
When there is no love, say loneliness, when there is love, say loneliness.
Men choose women with their eyes on their faces; women choose men with their minds in their wallets.
When a man falls in love with a woman, he will write poetry; when a woman falls in love with a man, she will dream.
No love, no love; no disappointment, no life.
Men use their eyes when they are in love; women use their heart when they are in love.
Love is a matter of wind and snow, frustrated people can not play.
When you are happy, don’t lose the virtue that makes you happy.
The sweetest thing I can think of is being liked every day.
Habit is everything, even in love.
Whoever says I don’t love is in love.
Man, he is always tolerant of himself and strict with others.
Love is not true love if it is doped with calculations unrelated to itself.
Happiness is another kind of pain pretending to be seen by others. Carnival is another kind of loneliness left to oneself.
Freedom is precious, but every day tens of thousands of people exchange freedom for love.
Only one person is willing to wait, and another person is willing to appear.
Love can never be a balance. If you want to be happy in love, you have to be sad.
Men become pitiful after falling in love; women become nervous after falling in love.
Love is the union of two souls.
Men who swear for women are ridiculous; men who make money for women are lovely.
What’s the taste of love without youth? What is the meaning of youth without love?
Dreams come with you in the daytime and dreams come with you at night.
If love loves for its own sake, it is not true love, but a desire.
Once I thought that the people I never forget would be forgotten in a moment.
Who hasn’t humbly begged for a little charity in front of love?
Love is innocent and sacred.
Love is the flame of life. Without it, everything turns into night.
People can’t pull love out of their hearts like pulling teeth.
When poverty comes in through the door, love slips through the window.
The warmer and more sincere love is, the more implicit it is.
Love has no rules, nor should it be conditional.
The merry-go-round is the most cruel game, but there is an eternal distance to chase each other.