If you wished to be loved, love.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.