love, gift, freely, willingly, expectation
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.