It is very easy to love alone.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

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

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Love means to commit yourself without guarantee.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.