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

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

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

Love is energy of life.