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

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

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

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

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

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

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.