Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
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
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.
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Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
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