All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

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

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

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

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

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

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.