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

Life in abundance comes only through great love.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

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.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.