Love is pure and true; love knows no gender.

True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

True love is quiescent, except in the nascent moments of true humility.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

My true love is with amateur wrestlin;, that's where I was born. I've always wanted to wrestle.

Maybe true love isn't out there for me, but I can sublimate my loneliness with the notion that true love is out there for someone.

Genuine and true love is so rare that when you encounter it in any form, it's a wonderful thing, to be utterly cherished in whatever form it takes.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.

Love consists in giving without getting in return; in giving what is not owed, what is not due the other. That's why true love is never based, as associations for utility or pleasure are, on a fair exchange.

You're not looking for perfection in your partner. Perfection is all about the ego. With soulmate love, you know that true love is what happens when disappointment sets in - and you're willing to deal maturely with these disappointments.

We're brought up to believe in a fairytale-romance sort of way that true love is out there and true loves don't care about what you look like and stuff, just what's down inside. And that's probably true, but what's also true, sadly, is that true loves are very rare and very hard to find.

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