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

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

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

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

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

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

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

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

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