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.

Where there is love there is life.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

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

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.