One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

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 more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

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

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 a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.