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Sylvia Fowler:
Mary Haines, don't you have any pride?

Mary Haines:
No pride at all. That's a luxury a woman in love can't afford.

Tai Kamiya:
You always say you love thunderstorms, so what's a few raindrops between friends?

Take a risk. Dare to move. Love is a leap of faith.

Tala:
[writing a letter to Leyla] Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slowly, droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. But don't I overflow with thoughts of us, an aching pressure that gives me no respite. Love cannot be contained; the neat packaging of desire splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days, long languishing days that are now bruised, tender with yearning, spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

Taylor Brooks:
If you ask me, it costs too much.

Harold Jameson:
What?

Taylor Brooks:
Love. It's way overpriced.

Ted Mosby:
Hi. I'm Ted Mosby. In exactly forty-five days from now, you and I are gonna meet. And we're gonna fall in love. And we're gonna get married, and... we're gonna have two kids. And we're gonna love them and each other so much. All of that is forty-five days away. But I'm here now, I guess, because I want those extra forty-five days. With you, I want each one of them. And if I can't have them, I'll take the forty-five seconds it takes before your boyfriend shows up and punches me in my face. Because... I love you. I'm always gonna love you. 'Til the end of my days, and beyond.

Tera Patrick:
[describing the tattoo on her uterus to Carl] It's a unicorn, making love to a Keebler elf.

Terek Murad:
I loved this man like a brother. He was a dear friend and partner to me. So I took no joy in that. But if I can do this to someone I love, imagine what I can do with someone I hate! The American FBI declares war on us. Then WAR IT IS!

Terence Mann:
Peace, love, dope. Now get the hell out of here.

Terra:
It's not the result of one's life that's important. It's the day-to-day concerns, the personal victories, and the celebration of life... and love. It's enough if people are able to experience the joy that each day can bring.

Terrence Bundley:
You're dead, Carl. You say "no" to life and therefore, you're not living. You make up excuses to the people around you and to yourself. You're stuck in the same dead-end job you've had for years. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't have anything close to a girlfriend. And you lost the love of your life because she couldn't be with someone who didn't live theirs. And on most nights you're so bored and filled with ennui, you can't even summon the enthusiasm necessary to masturbate. Am I right, Carl?

Tevye:
As the good book says 'Each shall seek his own kind'. In other words a bird may love a fish but where would they build a home together?

Tevye:
He loves her. Love, it's a new starting. On the other hand, our old ways were once new, weren't they? On the other hand, they decided without parents, without the matchmaker. On the other hand, did Adam and Eve have a matchmaker? Oh, yes they did. And it seems these two have the same Matchmaker.

Text of the letter:
Dearest, Do you know how much in love with you I am? Did I trip? Did I stumble - lose my balance, graze my knee, graze my heart? I know I'm in love when I see you. I know when I long to see you, I'm on fire. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking a step. You are all wrong for me and I know it, but I can no longer care for my thoughts unless they are thoughts of you. When I am close to you, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you sometimes, then I look back. When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain,

Text of the letter:
Yours

Thayer:
Mad. Mad thoughts. Crazy, twisted, sinewy Mad obsession. You sicken me. You're so beautiful, love. I grind you into a fine, soft Powder and inhale you... And then lick you off of my fingers. You love, answer me. Your face brings me death every day... And every day I can't wait to die. Bury me now, love. Bury me now.

The Cat:
Dirty Hoe... I'm sorry, I love you.

The Control Voice:
A poet once wrote, "In dreams begins responsibility." So too, perhaps, with love. Without the hope for a better life, a brighter future, it is difficult for love to flourish, and without love, there are no dreams.

The Control Voice:
The wounds of war run deep, cutting across generations. But there is always the hope of healing, so long as there are souls among us whose hearts are more full of love than hate.

The Doctor:
I love humans. They always see patterns in things that aren't there.

The Iron Giant:
I... fix.

Hogarth Hughes:
Giant?

The Iron Giant:
Hogarth, you stay. I go. No following.

Hogarth Hughes:
I love you.

The Judge:
Members of the jury, as Sir Walter Scott is always saying... In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and saints above; For Love is heaven, and heaven is Love. Will you please consider your verdict.

The Mask:
Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

The Mask:
Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

The Monster:
For as long as I can remember people have hated me. They looked at my face and my body and they ran away in horror. In my loneliness I decided that if I could not inspire love, which is my deepest hope, I would instead cause fear. I live because this poor half-crazed genius, has given me life. He alone held an image of me as something beautiful and then, when it would have been easy enough to stay out of danger, he used his own body as a guinea pig to give me a calmer brain and a somewhat more sophisticated way of expressing myself.