Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
LOVE, WHICH WE ARE ATTACHED BY LOVE
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Love is the answer, and you know that for sure Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
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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