Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends.
Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.
It takes a strong heart to love but it takes a stronger heart to continue to love after it's hurt.
No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love - if once one has ever fallen in.
Immature love says, "I love you because I need you." Mature love says, "I need you because I love you."
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do, but how much love we put in that action.
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
And love of power, is inconsistent with goodness; but quite consistent with the very opposite qualities--pride, cunning, cruelty.
All that remains to us when love and glory are over, when adventures and passions have faded into the past, is but a deeper and ever-deepening sense of the infinite; and if we have not that within us, then are we destitute indeed.