The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.