Love is but the discovery of ourselves
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
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
being loved, loving is angelic
Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.