Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

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

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

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

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.