I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

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

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

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

Love means to commit yourself without guarantee.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.