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.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

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

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go.

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