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

It is very easy to love alone.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.