Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give. You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have. I give you thanks for receiving , it's my privilege, and you owe me nothing in return.
True love can not be found where it truly does not exist, Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Where love reigns the impossible may be attained.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind, a heart as sound and free as in the whole world thou canst find that heart I'll give to thee.
We conceal it from ourselves in vain, we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man can not possibly live for a moment without it.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we can not live within.
Only in relationship can you know yourself, not in abstraction and certainly not in isolation. The movement of behavior is the sure guide to yourself. It's the mirror of your consciousness, this mirror will reveal its content, the images, the attachments, the fears, the loneliness, the joy and sorrow. Poverty lies in running away from this, either in its sublimations or its identities.
Our love is here to stay.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
We can do no great things. Only small things with great love.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is the only gold.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly , what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Life without love is like a tree. Without blossom and fruit.
Love is not blind. It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replying. Because it was he, because it was me.
Work and lovethese are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.
Your voice makes me tremble inside and your smile is an invitation for my imagination to go wild.
Love thy neighbour as thyself.
Love doesn't just sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
Love is the universal thirst for a communion not merely of the senses, but of our whole nature.
It is love alone that gives worth to all things.
Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
To laugh often and love much, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to give one's self, this is to have succeeded.
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
Love is perfect kindness
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along.
Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. It's eternal goal is life.
Something happened to me. It was the sweetest thing that ever could be. It was a fantasy a dream come true, it was the day I met you !
From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven, and when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, the streams of light flow together and a single brighter light goes forth from that united being.
Love like you'll never be hurt.
I have loved to the point of madness, that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.
What comes from the heart, touches the heart.
Love never claims, it ever gives.
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Honor the ocean of love.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
Each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
There is only one terminal dignity, love. And the story of a love is not important, what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
All you need is love.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life.
Love knows no bounds.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought, except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile, her look, her way of speaking gently, for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day. For these things in themselves, beloved, may be changed, or change for thee, and love so wrought, may be unwrought so.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Love the giver more than the gift.
The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
Love always creates, it never destroys. In this lie's man's only promise.
The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.
Love, a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.
Love is like war, easy to begin but hard to end.
It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and a lifetime to forget them.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
I love you, I am at rest with you, I have come home.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
The giving of love is an education in itself.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Love does not conquer all things, but it does set all things right.
Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.
Love is smiling on the inside and out.
Love is not selfish.
Come, let us make love deathless.
Flowing blood is proof that you're alive, if it's for the sake of those you love
Without love our life is a, ship without a rudder, like a body without a soul.
The art of love, is largely the art of persistence.
This was love at first sight, love everlasting, a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness, it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.
Love inspires, illumines, designates and leads the way.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural beginning.
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
Think about it, there must be higher love. Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above, without it, life is a wasted time. Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality, the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
The only genuine love worthy of a name is unconditional.
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime.
Nothing is worth more than this day.