Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

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

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

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

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

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

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.