If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.
True love has no opposite. If your love has an opposite, then it is not love but a strong ego.
True love isn't the kind that endures through long years of absence, but the kind that endures through long years of propinquity.
I find joy in you. Beside you I find bliss. With you I have true love. You are irreplaceable. I love you.
I fell in love with his soul before I could even touch his skin. If that isn't true love, then please tell me what is.
True love is not a strong, fiery, impetuous passion. It is, on the contrary, an element calm and deep. It looks beyond mere externals, and is attracted by qualities alone. It is wise and discriminating, and its devotion is real and abiding.