Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.
Mistakes are a fact of life. It is the response to the error that counts.
Love to me has meant different things at different junctures of my life. I'm not a hopeless romantic.
On the last analysis, then, love is life. Love never faileth and life never faileth so long as there is love.
Love is the bond of perfection.
It is a vulgar error that love, a love, to woman is her whole existence; she is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy.
To fail to love is not to exist at all.
Love is a promise delivered already broken.
I think the perfection of love is that it's not perfect.
If you're speaking of love, you really must include the element of uncertainty - and perhaps it's best approached as the art of constant maintenance.