For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
LOVE, ONCE ONLY ARE WE PERFECTLY EQUIPPED FOR LOVING
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
LOVE, LOVE IS A FRUIT IN SEASON AT ALL TIMES
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.