Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
No matter how much you love someone, you can't force them to change. They have to want it for themselves.
The art of love is largely the art of persistence.
Promote what you love instead of bashing what you hate.
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.