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

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

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

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.

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

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