Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Where there is love there is life.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

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

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

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?