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

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.

It is very easy to love alone.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

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

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

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