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

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

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

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

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

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

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

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.