A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.
The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.