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13 août 2014

Love is like…

Classé dans : Littérature, Peinture, dessin, Photographie, Société — Miklos @ 22:16


Plus de photos ici.

Love is like a baby: you have to treat it tenderly. (South Africa)

Love is like butter, it goes well with bread. (Yiddish)

Love is like a cough; you can’t hide it. (Kenya)

Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies. (Swedish)

Love is like a farm: every day the tasks have to start anew. (Dutch)

Love is like a fatty substance in a soup. It is only sweet when it is hot. (Africa)

Love is like fire, don’t play with it. (Naples)

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. (Bruce Lee)

Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby. (Paul-Jean Toulet)

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties. (Jules Renard)

Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. Also like the measles, we take it only once. (Jerome K. Jerome)

Love is like oatmeal porridge, you have to prepare it every day. (Irish)

Love is like Pi: natural, irrational and very important. (Lisa Hoffman)

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away. (Dorothy Parker)

Love is like scarlet fever – one has to go through it and get it over. (Leo Tolstoy)

Love is like seaweed: you go to her, she leaves you, you leave her, she follows you. (Madagascar)

Love is like soup, the first mouthful is very hot, and the ones that follow become gradually colder. (Spanish)

Love is like the sun to flowers: to the strong she gives strength, the weak she dries up. (Irish)

Love is like war, begin when you like and leave off when you can. (French? Spanish?)

Make love, not war.

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