It is very easy to love alone.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

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

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.