A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
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.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
Loving once and only once is possible - anything is possible.
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?
As I grow to understand life less and less,
When you love you should not say, God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God. and think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
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?'
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love
A woman who would steal your love when your love is all you really have isnt much of a woman.
Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.
If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.
Love doesn't need reason. It speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.
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.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space