Being deeply loved by someone
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
LOVE, LOVE IS A FRUIT IN SEASON AT ALL TIMES
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.
LOVE, LOVE BOTH THE TRUTH AND OUR FRIENDS
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.