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

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

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.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Choose your love, Love your choice.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

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

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.