Lovers don't meet somewhere along the way. They're in one another's souls from the beginning.
Love is not something you go out and look for. Love finds you and when it does, ready or not, it'll be the best thing to ever happen to you.
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went "Oh, there you are, I've been looking all over for you."
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
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.
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.
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.
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.
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.