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
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
love occurs, become one, remain two
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
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