LOVE, LIFE IS MADE UP OF
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
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.