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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5dS3U3v8CsikyCz_PVuG-C7NPIM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5dS3U3v8CsikyCz_PVuG-C7NPIM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than  the hunger for bread.&lt;br /&gt;~Mother Teresa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in  love.&lt;br /&gt;~Albert Einstein&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of  being loved. It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;~Charles Morgan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the  running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re  sure they won’t laugh if you trip.&lt;br /&gt;~Jonathan Carroll, “Outside the Dog  Museum”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.&lt;br /&gt;~Ovid&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the  problem of human existence.&lt;br /&gt;~Eric Fromm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Infatuation is when you think he’s as sexy as Robert  Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody  Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he’s as  sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as  athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you’ll take  him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;~Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve  continuation of the species.&lt;br /&gt;~W. Somerset Maugham, A Writer’s Notebook,  1949&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing  at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;~Antoine  de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939, translated from French by Lewis  Galantière&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;When love is not madness, it is not love.&lt;br /&gt;~Pedro  Calderon de la Barca&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but  flooding the river.&lt;br /&gt;~Malagasy Proverb&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;You don’t love a woman because she is beautiful, she is  beautiful because you love her.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="4" v7zcd="0"&gt;For you see, each day I love you more&lt;br /&gt;Today more than  yesterday and less than tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;~Rosemonde Gerard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Forget love - I’d rather fall in chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;~Sandra J.  Dykes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="0"&gt;Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but  willing to draw blood in its defense.&lt;br /&gt;~Mark Overby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="1"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;~Author  Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="1"&gt;Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable  malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks  to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="1"&gt;Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his  torments willingly.&lt;br /&gt;~Proverb&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="1"&gt;The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people  worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other  gods.&lt;br /&gt;~Theodor Reik, Of Love and Lust, 1957&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p elfvp="2" v7zcd="1"&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look  which becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;~Peter Ustinov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055210159973944463-3823899636834724275?l=sonoolover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Sonoo/~4/GhFcIpKn4Ho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sonoolover.blogspot.com/feeds/3823899636834724275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sonoolover.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-your-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055210159973944463/posts/default/3823899636834724275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055210159973944463/posts/default/3823899636834724275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Sonoo/~3/GhFcIpKn4Ho/need-your-love.html" title="NEED YOUR LOVE" /><author><name>Sonoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641188092326461409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sonoolover.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-your-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

