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.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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

There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

We can only learn to love by loving.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.