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

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

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

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

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

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.