Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

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

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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