Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.