We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

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

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

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.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.