The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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

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

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.

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

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.