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

Love is always being given where it is not required.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

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

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.