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

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.