One reason we love fiction is because stories have a comforting shape. They provide a resolution that's lacking in our regular lives.
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
We are an arrogant species, full of terrible potential, but we also have a great capacity for love, friendship, generosity, kindness, faith, hope, and joy.
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Love is the best school, but the tuition is high and the homework can be painful.
In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.