“Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.”

Love is like a mirror. When you love another you become his mirror and he becomes yours. And reflecting each other’s love you see infinity.

A life lived in love will never be dull.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Every moment spent in unhappiness is a moment of happiness lost.

One does not fall “in” or “out” of love. One grows in love.

A life of love is one of continual growth, where the doors and windows of experience are always open to the wonder and magic that life offers. To love is to risk living fully.

Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

You are a special combination for a purpose.

Success often lies just the other side of failure.

What we call the secret of happiness is no more a secret than our willingness to choose life.

Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them and you have found a lover for life.

Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.

Change. It has the power to uplift, to heal, to stimulate, surprise, open new doors, bring fresh experience and create excitement in life.

Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.

A total immersion in life offers the best classroom for learning to love.

Stop playing games. A growing relationship can only be nurtured by genuineness.

War is a matter not so much of arms as of money.

The old soul grows younger in your arms.

There is nothing like the four walls of your arms wrapping around me when a storm is near.

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

How can I let you go when my heart rests so peacefully in your arms.

Let your first interest be in your home. The baby you hold in your arms will grow quickly as the sunrise and the sunset of the rushing days.

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.