Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
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.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.