We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

The degree of loving is measured by the degree of giving.