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

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

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live.

Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go.

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