Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

Love is trembling happiness.