Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved we love to love.

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 is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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.