Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

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.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

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

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

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