Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

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

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

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

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

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