It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
