To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
A woman who would steal your love when your love is all you really have isnt much of a woman.
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.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.
The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye
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.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.
Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space
To find yourself, think for yourself.
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
Loving once and only once is possible - anything is possible.
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by 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?'
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.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.