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
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope