Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

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