To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.
Love is a fault; so be it.
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?
Life is a flower of which love is honey.
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.
To love is the half of to believe.
Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. & great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves. & even loved in spite of ourselves.
Love is reducing the universe to one being.
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.
Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.
Love is the only future God offers.