A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.
LOVE, HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED BY OTHERS
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
LOVE, LOVE IS ALWAYS OPEN ARMS
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.