Men's vows are women's traitors!
Despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, I have not been able to answer... the great question that has never been answered: what does a woman want?
One word, Frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.
We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.
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?'
Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
Work is love made visible. And if you can't work with love, but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of the people who work with joy
Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
To fall in love you have to be in the state of mind for it to take, like a disease.
It was the first time I was ever in love, and I learned a lot. Before that I'd never even thought about killing myself.
If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
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.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.