fear, life, love
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
love, emotion, experienced, enjoyed