People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

If you wished to be loved, love.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

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

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

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.