Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
Love is an energy—it can neither be created nor destroyed.
It just is and always will be, giving meaning to life and direction to goodness. . . . Love will never die
Without love our life is…a ship without a rudder . . .
like a body without a soul.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
Love is not blind—it sees more, not less. But because it sees more,
it is willing to see less.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open, and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love
you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary,
yet no one can agree on what it is.