For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

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

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

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

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

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

A friendship that like love is warm A love like friendship, steady.