Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Friendship often ends in love but love in friendship - never.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

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