LOVE

The heart that never breaks never learns its own strength.


Two flames may dance together, but only the patient one becomes light.


Love grows where logic withers, yet survives where reason hides.


A locked heart is still a prison, even if the key is made of gold.


The rose teaches that beauty is never free from pain.


Love that counts its gifts forgets its purpose.


Even the ocean envies the tide that always returns.


The heart’s silence often shouts louder than its words.


When two shadows merge, even the sun must bow.


A kiss is a question only trust can answer.


The tree that bends to the storm stands taller beside another.


To love is to drown and breathe in the same water.


Love carried like a burden soon collapses the back that bears it.


The longest journey is the one from one soul to another.


Love without risk is a song unsung.


The heart writes letters the hands cannot deliver.


When love hides, pride often claims its name.


The one who fears loss never drinks fully from the cup of affection.


Even silence becomes music when two hearts listen together.


The wound love leaves is also the place it enters.


A promise in love is heavier than a chain in iron.


Those who chase love’s shadow lose the light it casts.


Love grows wild where control is weak.


The fire that warms can also consume, yet both are called love.


The heart that owns nothing can still give everything.


To be seen is half of love; to be known is the rest.


Love’s truth is proven not in arrival, but in return.


The hand that holds too tightly forgets why it reached out at all.


Even broken glass can reflect the sun — so too can broken love shine.


A heart without scars has not yet loved.


The echo of love lasts longer than the voice that spoke it.


Love does not ask for wings; it asks for roots.


The soul remembers touch long after the skin forgets.