It is very easy to love alone.

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

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.

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

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.