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

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

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

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

If you wished to be loved, love.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

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