The flowering of love is meditation.
Who, being loved, is poor?
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.
To fear love is to fear life, and those whose fear life are already three parts dead...
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.
I have seen only You, I have admired only You, I desire only You
The difference between the love of a man and the love of a woman is that a man will always give reasons for loving, but a woman gives no reasons for loving.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Genuine love is volitional rather than emotional.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
Be careful of love. It'll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.
Don't tell a woman she's pretty; tell her there's no other woman like her, and all roads will open to you
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
The future for me is already a thing of the past -You were my first love and you will be my last
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.
It is good to love many things, for therein lies strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done with love is well done.
In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.
I am not sure exactly what Heaven will be like. But I do know that when we die and if comes the time for God to judge us, He will not ask, 'How many good things have you done in your life?' Rather He will ask, 'How much love did you put into what you did?'
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
It is not the magnitude of our actions but the amount of love that is put into them that matters.