There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form....Love alone is my religion.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
I am not sure exactly what Heaven will be like. But I do know that when we die and if comes the time for God to judge us, He will not ask, 'How many good things have you done in your life?' Rather He will ask, 'How much love did you put into what you did?'
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.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
The difference between the love of a man and the love of a woman is that a man will always give reasons for loving, but a woman gives no reasons for loving.
Despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, I have not been able to answer... the great question that has never been answered: what does a woman want?
If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
One who has loved truly can never lose entirely.
A woman who would steal your love when your love is all you really have isnt much of a woman.
I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.
Love would never leave us alone.
Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
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?
Only one who loves can remember so well.
The only victory over love is flight.
Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love
If I love you, what business is it of yours?