It is one thing doing what you love for a living. It is another thing doing what you love with love
Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise...
Friendship has splendors that love knows not. It grows stronger when crossed, whereas obstacles kill love. Friendship resists time, which wearies and severs couples. It has heights unknown to love.
Love is not all you need. I need time… a lot of it. Love won’t help me forget. It was the reason why I’m like this. It was all the reason behind this pain I am feeling. Because. Of. Love.
The most powerful tool you have is your mind, which is a gift from God. Use it to question your limiting beliefs, use it to understand yourself, and use it to love yourself the way a loving mother loves her child.
The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love.
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.
I was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with me. It was fated, decided before any of us were born, and I hated it as much as I loved it. I could barely stand it. (Eric)
I'm falling in love. I am in love. and it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.
Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.
Love is a bird’s nest of emotion that I used as a basket to store picnic items like apples, cheese, wine, and finger foods like thumbs and pinkies.
My love is popular. It must be, because I never have any. Is it because I don’t produce any, or because I’m always sold out?
I often wear camouflaged pants so when I walk I look like a floating torso. I love with the same air of mystery.
Love is a cat wearing a fur coat in a sauna in the middle of the Sahara Desert at noon. Trust me, I speak from personal experience.
With a palindrome of a name, like Bob, I’d be both right thinking and dyslexic. Would you love me more as a Bob, or as a Bob?
There’s a marked difference between Mark Ed and Ed Mark. Same as the difference between making love and loving make—and I do both, for a very reasonable price.
The scope of my problem will easily fit in the scope of my rifle. Too bad true love has to come with a mother-in-law.
She had no legs, so I made her wear suspenders and I carried her like a backpack. True love knows no luggage.
Yesterday I shat rainbows until my anus started bleeding from a unicorn’s horn. Ah, the joys of being in love.
My love smells like an empty mayonnaise jar. It ought to, because that’s where I store it. Coincidentally, my love also looks and tastes like mayonnaise.
I drink coffee like other men paint pictures of naked women. I do it because I love the full body.
