Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.