Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
On Valentine's day we think of those who make our life worthwhile; those gracious, friendly people who we think of with a smile.
Let no one who loves be called unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.