Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

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

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