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.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

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

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

Love is always being given where it is not required.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

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

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

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