Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

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.

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

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.