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.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

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.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

A simple "I love you" means more than money...

A simple "I love you" means more than money...

There is not love where there is no will.

There is not love where there is no will.

Love, work and knowledge are the wellsprings of our lives, they should also govern it.

Love, work and knowledge are the wellsprings of our lives, they should also govern it.

Love, the itch, and a cough cannot be hid.

Love, the itch, and a cough cannot be hid.

Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to read more

Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to someone who doesn't know how to love.