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

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

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.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

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

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