Love words are a tonic for love, an elixer for passion, a medicinal balm for fading romance. Life is infested with ordinariness, and there isn't any reason why love should be too. Love is what we fall into in order to partake of magic; love is how we fly. Words are the wings of romance, the way in which, more than any other, we elevate ourselves above the ordinary and pedestrian. Nothing can sustain the high pitch of romance better than beautiful love words, generously and endlessly spoken.
— Daphne Rose Kingma, The Book of Love