Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love means to commit yourself without guarantee.