There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

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

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

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

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.