We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
LOVE, ONCE ONLY ARE WE PERFECTLY EQUIPPED FOR LOVING
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 delusion that one woman differs from another.
love, delusion, women differs,
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
LOVE, WHICH WE ARE ATTACHED BY LOVE