Love Is

The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Life is a game and true love is a trophy.

We are born of love, Love is our mother.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

I think in a lot of ways unconditional love is a myth. My mom's the only reason I know it's a real thing.

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.