Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.
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 like jumping out of an airplane knowing that someone else has packed your chute. You pull the cord hoping that a canopy opens up, but it could very well be packed full of dirty laundry and a half eaten cheese sandwich.
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
Love is like water. We can fall in it. We can drown in it. And we can't live without it.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.