Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.

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

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

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

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