Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.
We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.
The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.
Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather in power than use; and keep thy friend under thine own life's key; be checked for silence, but never taxed for speech
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 is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
If you don't love yourself, you cannot love others. You will not be able to love others. If you have no compassion for yourself then you are not able of developing compassion for others.
Love is like a flower-you've got to let it grow.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
