The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

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

It is very easy to love alone.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

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

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.