There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

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

Love is a great beautifier.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

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

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

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.