The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

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

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

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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.