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

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

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

The best proof of love is trust.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.