Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

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

A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.

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

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

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

Life in abundance comes only through great love.