If you wished to be loved, love.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

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

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.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

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

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.