I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

How vast, how extensive the boundary of your company the magnificence of your affection.

Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved.

The biggest price you pay for love is that you have to have somebody around, you can't be on your own, wich is always so much better.

Love is large; love defies limits. People talk about the sanctity of love -- love is by definition sacred. Not some love between some people, but all love between all people.

Love is too strong, too intense, for what I feel. For what I am allowed to feel.

Love is an art. Mine could fill a museum the size of your heart.

Love is the grandest thing on God's earth, but fortunate the lover who has plenty of money.

Love. That’s a big word to throw around.

Love is worth so much more than money. There are so many people who are filthy rich, but have nobody to genuinely love them. Unconditional love is priceless. If you have someone who really loves you for your heart, without any conditions, then you are truly one of the wealthiest people in the world.

There is a vastness beyond the farthest reaches of the mind. That vastness is my home; that vastness is myself. And that vastness is also love.

His love for me seemed to overflow my limits by its flood of wealth and service. But my necessity was more for giving than foe receiving; for love is a vagabond, who can make his flowers bloom in the wayside dust, better than in the crystal jars kept in the drawing-room.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

Love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. A Brave and Startling Truth.