If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
Falling in love is so hard on the knees.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Love is a grave mental disease.
Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.
Men aren't necessities, they're luxuries.
I'm always looking for meaningful one night stands.
And here's the song "My Funny Valentine" sung by Melinda Doolittle: