Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

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

Love is the only reality and it is not a more sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

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.

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.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.