Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

If you wished to be loved, love.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

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.