One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

Love is being stupid together.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.