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

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

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

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

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