If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
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 always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Love that is not madness is not love.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
The best proof of love is trust.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
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.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
