True love is born from understanding.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

True love, on the other hand, unifies all the elements of our person and becomes a new light pointing the way to a great and fulfilled life. Without truth, love is incapable of establishing a firm bond; it cannot liberate our isolated ego or redeem it from the fleeting moment in order to create life and bear fruit.