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

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

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.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

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

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Whoso loves Believes the impossible.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

It is very easy to love alone.