Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.