LOVE, TRUE LOVE CANNOT BE FOUND
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
LOVE, LOVE IS ALWAYS OPEN ARMS
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH