It is very easy to love alone.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

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

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

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

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

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

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