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

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

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

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

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

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