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

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

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

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

The way to know life is to love many things.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.