They are hand and glove

They are hand in glove

To fit like a glove

To be beloved is above all bargains

Misery loves company

Marriage is the tomb of love

Lucky at cards, unlucky in love

Lovers’ quarrels are the renewal of love

Lovers’ quarrels are soon mended

Lovers are lunatics

Love your neighbour, yet pull not down your hedge

Love will find a way

Love will creep where it may not go

Love thy neighbor, but pull not down thy hedge

Love sees no faults

Love rules his kingdom without a sword

Love me little, love me long

Love makes the world go round

Love makes one fit for any work

Love makes a wit of the fool

Love laughs at locksmiths

Love is without reason

Love is very rich in honey and in gall

Love is the true reward of love

Love is the fruit of idleness

Love is sweet in the beginning but sour in the ending

Love is neither bought nor sold

Love is full of fear

Love is free

Love is a constant source of fear

Love in a cottage

Love conquers all

Love cannot be forced

Love can neither be bought nor sold; its only prices is love

Love and hate are blood relations

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