In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Of which I am equally well supplied 
I love lazy weekend mornings.
I love that feeling of accomplishment when I finish a tough assignment.
I love knowing I am worth it.
I love the fact that my daddy still wants to protect me.
I love the fact that he none-the-less has the courage to let me live my own life.
I love that instant just before you fall asleep, where you are aware of how absolutely comfortable you are.
Holly: It is better to have loved and lost, than to have listened to an album by Olivia Newton-John.
Lister: Why’s that?
Holly: ANYTHING is better than listening to an album by Olivia Newton-John.
I miss them so much . . .
But I still love.
I love my job, which allows me to have zero productivity for months on end!!
Rockyboy
(sung to some tune of which I have no clue of the name - possibly something from “Bye Bye Birdie”
I love you Rockyboy
Oh yes I dooo
I don’t love any dog
As much as yououou
And when you’re near me
Yoo hoo
Oh Rockyboy, I love you
Love stinks.
Yeah yeah.
Love stinks.
Love bites.
In the dead of night.
Love bites.
Love flies out the door when money comes innuendo.
–Marx
Love is a thing that can never go wrong,
and I am Marie of Romania.
–Dorothy Parker
I love my wife but oh you kid!
More seriously:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- Billy Shakespeare
“Love is like a snowmobile, racing across the frozen tundra. Suddenly, it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”
–Matt Groening
Sonnet XLIII
HOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love is a battlefield and I’m being shelled.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet cxvi
I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.----Rita Rudner
From Lost In Space (the movie).
I will always cherish you and reserve a special place in my heart for you. You enriched my life and brought me so much joy and pleasure that I will value all those sweet memories forever. I want you to know I’ll always love you and will always regret the fact we’re both too set in our ways to meet each other’s needs. If I were to die tomorrow, I know one of the last images I’d see as my life flashed before me would be of your warm smile as we held hands and walked toward the sunset.
I love vegemite
I love that you love.
I love you because you’re a kind, talented, funny, beautiful and remarkable human being who has more strength than she knows. The short version of that is that you’re, well, you, and I didn’t know anybody could be that special.
And I’ve got some terrific friends who I love as well.
Rufus Xavier…I hardly know you! 
Besides, I love my husband.