I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
A woman should soften but not weaken a man.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.
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?
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.
Love doesn't need reason. It speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
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.
When you love you should not say, God is in my heart, but rather, I am in the heart of God. and think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.