It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.

We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.

Choosing to be honest is the first step in the process of love. There is no practitioner of love who deceives. Once the choice has been made to be honest, then the next step on love's path is communication.

Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.

Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too.

You have to take strength from the people that love you and the people that love Barbara and the huge number of expressions of sympathy and compassion and support. That has been extremely moving.

He has achieved success who has lived well laughed often and loved much who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children.

In the flush of love's light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

I've seen how love makes people feel and I want to feel it's like fire burning or cold returning it's like a stranger talking to you or a lover loving you it's like emotional healing or with broken hearts dealing it's like you are running for absolutely nothing it's like living or dying laughing then crying it's like lover become hater destroyer then reconciliator it's like the future in your head your lover dies your future is now dead it's how love makes you feel overwhelming your senses breaking down your defences I have seen the paradox of love and I know it will be an impending tragedy for you and me

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.