Love is not a matter of what happens in life. It’s a matter of what’s happening in your heart.
Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.
Life is the flower of which love is the honey.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness and tied with love.
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Love is always bestowed as a gift — freely, willingly, and without expectation.. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.