Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
As I grow to understand life less and less,
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.
Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.
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.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
Only married people understand you can be miserable and happy at the same time.
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
The best thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.
Love is all, it gives all, and it takes all.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
We are all born for love; it is the principle of existence and its only end.
There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form....Love alone is my religion.
If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.
Who, being loved, is poor?