“Love is orange, though sometimes it will make you blue. You might see that as depressing, but I see it as a compliment.”

“If I were the color blue, and you were the color orange, I wouldn't want you around all the time, because who wants to be constantly complimented?”

“Contrast and compliment. The blue is never more blue than it is when paired with orange. And the orange is never bluer than when eaten on a cloud in the sky.”

“Love is a blue balloon that wants to be orange. Go Gators!”

“I’ve got a flesh-colored tattoo. I drew it myself. You should see it sometime, if only you could see it (it’s invisible).”

“Once the orange juice wears off, I might be drunk. I love vodka.”

“Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work, but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.”