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

A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.

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.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

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

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.