In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...
Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.
It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
Hell, madam, is to love no longer.
To love is to finally live.
To love is to act.
No human creature can give orders to love.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
Love means to love that which is unlovable or it is no virtue at all.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?