Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
– Lao Tzu
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
– William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
– Henry Ward Beecher
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
– Anais Nin
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward in the same direction.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires; To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Love does not dominate; it cultivates.
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
– Zora Neale Hurston
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.
– Leo Tolstoy
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
– Dorothy Parker
I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.
– Alice Walker
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
– Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XVII”