Love is the poetry of the senses.

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

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

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.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

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

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.