True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away.
Don’t find love, let love find you.
That’s why it’s called falling in love,
Because you don’t force yourself to fall, you just fall
Love is not blind – It sees more and not less,
But because it sees more it is willing to see less.
To love is one thing… to be loved is something….to love and be loved is everything.
Love is like an hour glass,
With the heart filling up as the brain empties.
There is only one happiness in life,
To love and be loved
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.
Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it.
Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it.
Bitterness sickens life; love heals it.
Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.
I love you with all my heart. It was the greatest feeling from the start. I hope these feelings never change, Because without you I am not the same.
The sky without stars is like sleep without dreams, like a song without music, like a rose without smell, like a face without smile, like ME without YOU!
I wish I was your blanket, I wish I was your bed, I wish I was your pillow underneath your head, I want to be around you, I want to hold you tight, & be the lucky person who kisses you good night.
I love you – those three words have my life in them.
Last night I looked up at the stars. And matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars to count.
You may be out of my sight, but not out of my heart. You may be out of my reach, but not out of my mind. I may mean nothing to you, but you’ll always be special to me.
It is better to have loved and lost than never
To have lost at all.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is? Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, and it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when the entire pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two
Love is like a cloud, love is like a dream, love is 1 word and everything in between, and love is a fairytale come true, because I found love when I found you.
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