Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.