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.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

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

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

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

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.