Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.