What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
LOVE, MOVING SEA BETWEEN THE SHORES OF YOUR SOULS
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.