Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues.
There is a woman at the begining of all great things.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
As I grow to understand life less and less,
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.
Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved.
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
The heart will turn to a prune if love is always by the numbers. How will you know if someone really loves you if they only meet your expectations and not your needs?
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
It is not the magnitude of our actions but the amount of love that is put into them that matters.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give returned to me.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
To fall in love you have to be in the state of mind for it to take, like a disease.
I swear by my life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
