We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

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

Love is a great beautifier.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

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

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.