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

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.