Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.
Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex.
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I".
You don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Love conquers all.
