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

There is no limit to the power of loving.

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

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

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

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.