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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

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

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

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

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.

Love is the only reality and it is not a more sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.