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.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

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