We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.
Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
Love is what you've been through with somebody.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
