Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.

Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the read more

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or read more

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more

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 the same as like except you feel sexier.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I read more

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.