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

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

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

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

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.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Fortune and love favor the brave.