It is very easy to love alone.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Whoso loves Believes the impossible.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.