I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war.
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins,
and everyone cuddles,
and everyone wins.” –By Shel Silverstein

. . . men have died from time to
time and worms have eaten them, but not for love. (Rosalind, As You Like It)

Dear Darla,
I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You’re scum between my toes!
Love,
Alfalfa. (Little Rascals)

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love – you think this happens every day?
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Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well… you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: I will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need. (The Princess Bride)

“Our souls were near together, like two raindrops side by side, drawing irresistibly nearer: for now they had touched and were not two, but one inseparable drop, crystallised beyond change, not to be disintegrated by time, not shattered by death’s blow, nor resolved by any alchemy. (Green Mansions by W.H. Hudson)

“It may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting out of love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as a short cut, but it has been known to fail.” (Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy)