Love is the poetry of the senses.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

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

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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.