Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

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

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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

Where there is love there is life.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Whoso loves Believes the impossible.