Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

It is very easy to love alone.

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

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

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

The way to know life is to love many things.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.