When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
LOVE, LOVE IS ALWAYS OPEN ARMS