To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

Love is supreme and unconditional like is nice but limited.

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

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.