Yeah. It's impossible. Giving up just like that before you even started. Not even trying to change, to you it's impossible to change. Are you going to forever beat yourself down?
I've always been just me, but I was the last to know that it was all right.
we use to regret over our past... but sometimes i wonder why ??? because everything we did in past was best from our side, well in case of both doing and thinking...
I love you. I want to do everything with you. I want to marry you and have kids with you and get old with you. And then I want to die the day before you do, so I never have to live without you.
My body flopped to the ground as I realized my doom. I was in love. Finally. It’s what every girl dreams about from the moment she starts dreaming, to fall in love and be in love. Well I was in love, and I hated it.
Loving someone can be hard at times. You risk a lot when you love - your heart and soul, at the least. Love is the most important and most rewarding investment you can make in another person.
Hero love?” I was puzzled. “You know. The kind of love you have for someone you want to be like: Marines, astronauts, cowboys, teachers, big brothers, that sort of thing. You love them because they represent the you that you want to be.
Our culture says that feelings of love are the basis for actions of love. And of course that can be true. But it is truer to say that actions of love can lead consistently to feelings of love.
I’m divorced, so I know what it takes to make a marriage work. My love is like an empty box of desert. Just add water.
I believe in love at first sight, if both people are blind at the time they become smitten with each other.
I enjoy the sounds of morning. My favorite is the shush of orgasm. If you tell me you love me, I might tell you the time.
I accidentally sealed the box shut with my penis still inside, not realizing I may need to use it later. Being in love can be so distracting.
Love is like a cloud in a lake. It’s reflective and makes it feel like you are flying, when you are really either swimming or trying not to drown.
Love is like how I looked at tomorrow yesterday. That was then, that was now, this is now, but this isn’t then. It’s all so confusing that I just want tomorrow to hurry up and be yesterday already.
I want to tell you that I love you,” he said. “But I’m afraid you won’t remember it tomorrow.” “There’s no way I would forget that.
True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer. He would search the world and certainly look again and again in every cottage until he finds you.
True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer. He would search the world and certainly look again and again in every cottage in Euphrasia until he finds you.
We made love like two Inuits make love like two popsicles, and then we went back to our cold lives. That was the best summer of my night.
If you don’t know how to love, then any old robot or mechanical device would best suit your relationship style. In this situation, vacuum cleaners might make the best lovers.
My friends mess around with my friends—and my friends’ bikes. Sex with bicycles—that kind of love is just too fast for me. I’ll stick to sticking it in statues.
I saw some kids at an elementary school, and I thought, I wonder if those kids are mine? Any of them—or all of them. It’s possible, because I love making love.
