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.

The way to know life is to love many things.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

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

If you wished to be loved, love.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

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

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.