Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

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

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

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

Friendship is Love without his wings!

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.