Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.
Love is all, it gives all, and it takes all.
Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.
Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.
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.
I have seen only You, I have admired only You, I desire only You
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.
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.
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.
A woman who would steal your love when your love is all you really have isnt much of a woman.
Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
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
When the power of love, will overcome the love of power; the world will know peace.
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
Only one who loves can remember so well.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
