LOVE
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
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 a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
LOVE, ONCE ONLY ARE WE PERFECTLY EQUIPPED FOR LOVING
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
LOVE, LOVE IS ALWAYS OPEN ARMS