Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

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.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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