But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.
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?
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.
We conceal it from ourselves in vain - we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
It's time to make love, douse the glim. The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together, like birds of a feather, and the loin lies down with the limb.