Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

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

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

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