I'll love you, just as I do now... until I die.

...as long as you both shall live?

Until death us do part...

Until death us do part.

One would think only death could keep her...

And I intend to work on this till my dying day.

Until death do us part.

Far more than faithful.

They pine for love, they live for love, they kill for love, and they die for love.

I love you to death...

Could never die

Will never die

And I pledge thee my fidelity. And I pledge thee my fidelity.

Love is more powerful than death.

So we come to one person, and we basically are asking them to give us what once an entire village used to provide Give me belonging, give me identity, give me continuity, but give me transcendence and mystery and awe all in one.

Can I be this fierce about this?

Love that might bring sickness and even death to you.

George Bailey, I'll love you till the day I die.

Oh, darling!

I love it, I love it, I love it.

If she loves someone, she does it for life.

My love would not let you die.

Like all Greek songs, about love and death.

Silly little girl who died of love in Nevers.

People only die of love in movies.

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Why do we crave love so much, even to the point that we would die for it? To learn more about our very real, very physical need for romantic love, Helen Fisher and her research team took MRIs of people in love and people who had just been dumped.

No, I'm in love with love.

I shall enforce this line strictly and unswervingly.

There are many things of this sort, including love and death.

Those that are called gentleness, consideration love.

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I, being of sound mind and body do hereby promise to be loyal, courteous, steadfast and true to Conrad Birdie and the United States of America both indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

I would not order him in there to die, Jenai.

Not bad for a love poem.

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My obsession with him after his death was as strong as my hatred for him while he was alive.

He died as recklessly as he lived.

And love is not love, but being all shook up.

You are unhappily in love.

Die, my sweet.

But never doubt I love.

You disapprove?

But what? Love?

He'll never be dead to me because I love him.