Love is the poetry of the senses.
Honore de Balzac
Love that is not madness is not love.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love – and to put its trust in life.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.
Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.
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