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

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

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

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

It is very easy to love alone.

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

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.