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

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

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

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

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.