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 is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way.

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

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.