Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

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

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.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

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

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

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

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.