Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
LOVE, LOVE IS ALWAYS OPEN ARMS
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.