A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.

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

If you wished to be loved, love.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

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

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

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

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.