Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. … there are no age limits for love.
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.