The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

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

If you wished to be loved, love.

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

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