Love (n.) is an accounting rendered at night: before he turns over to sleep, the young Marcus settles the day's ledger with the one person who is not in the room.
Love (n.) can never be repaid in full, so the lover is left angry at absence itself, which will not let his feeling climb to its highest peak.
Love (n.) is owed to the people who share your lot — real love, not the polite kind.
Love (n.) the people fate has given you to live with — and love them truly.
Love (n.) is what the earth feels for the rain and the sky for the earth — and what the world feels for whatever is about to happen; "it loves to be," as the Greeks say.
Love (n.) of anything fleeting is losing your heart to a sparrow by the riverbank: no sooner has it charmed you than it flits away.
Love (n.) is what the earth feels for the rain, and what the world feels for whatever must happen — and I say to the world: I love along with you.
Love (n.) is the basis of reality: so love the people Destiny has bound you to — but genuinely.