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 the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

It is very easy to love alone.

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