Love is born at first sight; the friendship of a frequent and lengthy exchange.
Love is the revelation of the other person's freedom.
Beyond happiness or unhappiness, though it is both things, love is intensity; it does not give us eternity but life, that second in which the doors of time and space open just a crack: here is there and now is always.
To love is to undress our names.
A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear waiting to cry.
Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.