Love is but the discovery of ourselves
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
love, nature, furnished, embroidered, imagination
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope
The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.
Love is the only reality and it is not a more sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.