Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

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

Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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