Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

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

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

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

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

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

There is no limit to the power of loving.