Love is the poetry of the senses.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.