If you wished to be loved, love.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

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

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

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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

To love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever.