True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

If you wished to be loved, love.