Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
Love is a meeting of two souls, fully accepting the dark and the light within each other, bound by the courage to grow through struggle into bliss.
Love is cure. Love is power. Love is the magic of changes. Love is the mirror of divine beauty.
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.