Love is not consolation. It is light.

We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

It is not the magnitude of our actions but the amount of love that is put into them that matters.

I learn to love it more and more.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

Love doesn't need reason. It speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.

You can't create experience, you undergo it.

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

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.

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

The extent of your consciousness is limited only by your ability to love and to embrace with your love the space around you, and all it contains.

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.