Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.

Love consists of this: two solitude's that meet, protect and greet each other.

I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.

If it is right, it happens—the main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Without single thought, two hands collide and the world finally makes sense again.

Love is felt beyond words and touch. Love is energy.

Sometimes, you just have to reassure the ones you love in precise language that you’ll always be there. Sometimes words are enough.