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

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

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

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Love means to commit yourself without guarantee.