Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favourite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all - one known only by those who love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
--1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is merely madness...
True love is like a ghost;
everyone talks of it, few have seen it.
Love is like a Rhino, short-sighted,
but always willing to find a way.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
Love is energy of life.
Love is an ocean of emotions, entirely surrounded by expenses.
Love is like a flower: Once you pick it, it slowly dies
Love is the passionate and abiding desire on the part of two or more people to produce together conditions under which each can be and spontaneously express, his real self; to produce together an intellectual soil and an emotional climate in which each can flourish, far superior to what either could achieve alone.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
--Honore de Balzac
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.
Love is the true means by which the world is enjoyed: our love to others, and others' love to us.
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 fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
--Mark A. Overby
Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand.