How much others love you is not very important, but how much you love yourself will define your success.
Love is like sunlight. You must embrace the dark shadow of the past warmly and touch the hearts of others, that's when they'll love you.
Even though my voice is invisible, my words aren’t dead and ghostlike. My “I love you” is alive and well.
To a man, I love you means please keep feeding me. To a woman, it means she was talking to a new pair of shoes.
Gondolas are romantic. Forgetting the last word in the phrase “I love you” isn’t romantic. Still, I get credit for rowing, right?
I’ll bet I could find some hurtful words in a pile of sticks and stones. Something like an insincere and deceptive "I love you.
Language is visibly invisible, and a foreign language is camouflaged. In another language, I love you may appear like common tree bark.
Our true beauty lies in the eyes of the people who love us, who care about us. Beauty is ephemeral, true love is not. Old and wrinkled, or with a hundred extra pounds, you will always stay perfect to the ones who love you.
As an actor, you act in order to make a living. Then, when you can make a living, you start acting because you want to do what you love to do. I need to remind myself of that a lot.
Once you find love, you find it. There isn't an age on love.
Sex is a part of love. You shouldn't go around doing it unless you are in love.
You had better love the music... because sometimes the music doesn't love you.
But you are not your bank account, or your ambition. You're not the cold clay lump you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometim...
Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be the...
Dear Matthew- There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to...
Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved who...
You're so beautiful," said Alice. "I'm afraid of looking at you and not knowing who you are." "I think that even if you don't know who I am someday, you'll still know that I love you." "What if I see you, and I don't know that you're my daughter, and...
As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.
...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...
I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!
Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.
