I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
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 begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
LOVE, WHICH WE ARE ATTACHED BY LOVE
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope