Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

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

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

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.

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

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

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

Love is energy of life.