Mature love is composed and sustaining; a celebration of commitment, companionship, and trust.
Love brings to light a lover's noble and hidden qualities - his rare and exceptional traits; it is thus liable to be deceptive of his normal qualities.
We are fated to love one another, we hardly exist outside our love, and we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulness of merely living.
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.