Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.

Making love is celestial, making war is terrifying.

Making love is celestial, making war is terrifying.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of read more

When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.