When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

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

Love is a great beautifier.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

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.

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

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.