Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

If you wished to be loved, love.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

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

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

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