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

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

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

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

If you wished to be loved, love.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

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