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

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

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Where there is love there is life.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.

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

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