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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

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 the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

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.