What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

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

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

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

If you wished to be loved, love.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.