Love is many kind acts accumulated over time that leave us feeling wonderful.

I love you sounds best spoken in quiet acts of kindness.

Love in its essence is unconditional. When conditions, exceptions, and ultimatums are cast into the mix, its purity changes. It is no longer love and should be referred to by a less-desirable name.

Often we withhold our affections, waiting first for love to be extended to us. The irony is that we are loved for loving.

Love is donating a chunk of your life to patch up holes in the life of another.

On a grim and dismal day that shattered my last ounce of confidence, I broke down and whimpered, “I’m awful and hideous and incompetent and boring and utterly useless.” And then you grinned at me and said, “That’s okay.