I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.