Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.
Shall we compare our hearts to a garden –
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain –
and most importantly, seeds.
To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness. – Robert Brault
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.