Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few. |
There is in the act of preparing, the moment you start caring. |
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love. |
A smile on the face is a sign that the heart is at home. |
Important encounters are planned by the souls before the bodies see each other. |
A smile cures the wounding of a frown. |
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear. |
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil. |
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end. |
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it. |