We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope
I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.
born, enormous, affection, love
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
being loved, loving is angelic