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

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

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

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

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

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.