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

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.