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

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Love is a great beautifier.