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

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

There is no limit to the power of loving.