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

There is no limit to the power of loving.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.

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

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

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.