Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

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

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

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

I can live without money, but I cannot live without love.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.