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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

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

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.