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.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

It is very easy to love alone.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.