I have found that the greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being. Cultivating a close, warmhearted feeling for others automatically puts the mind at ease. It is the ultimate source of success in life.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

They had become a fixed star in the shifting firmament of the high school's relationships, the acknowledged Romeo and Juliet. And she knew with sudden hatefulness that there was one couple like them in every white suburban high school in America

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures...

Love leaves scars.

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything.

True sorrow is as rare as true love

Sometimes, he thought, real love is silent as well as blind

Sometimes real love is silent as well as blind.

Weird love's better than no love at all

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear

He killed them with their love

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

Sometimes she'd go a whole day without thinking of him or missing him. Why not? She had quite a full life, and really, he'd often been hard to deal with and hard to live with. A project, the Yankee oldtimers like her very own Dad might have said. And then sometimes a day would come, a gray one (or a sunny one) when she missed him so fiercely she felt empty, not a woman at all anymore but just a dead tree filled with cold November blow. She felt like that now, felt like hollering his name and hollering him home, and her heart turned sick with the thought of the years ahead and she wondered what good love was if it came to this, to even ten seconds of feeling like this.

And now, all these years later, it seemed to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended.

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.