There is nothing so moving - not even acts of love or hate - as the discovery that one is not alone.

Life is a wave of love for a lover, a gift for a giver, a drama for an actor, and a canvas for a painter.

We lose ourselves in things we love. We find ourselves there, too.

I have always thought of a dog lover as a dog that was in love with another dog.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Character is made of duty and love and sympathy, and, above all, of living and working for others.

“Don't let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.”

“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.”

One must not lose desires. They are mighty stimulants to creativeness to love and to long life.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar For lovers love the western star.