Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice, every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man both the best he will ever be, and the weakest. Sometimes all in the same moment.
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.
Love is a feeling, the deepest and sweetest of all. It’s incredibly strong and amazingly gentle at the very same time. It is a blessing that should be counted every day.
Love is a wonderful gift. It’s a present so precious words can barely begin to describe it.
Love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.
Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything… Love.
Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn’t what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.