I love Johnny Cash but I don't love country music that much.
There is no season and no reason for love. Love is not seasonal its perennial.
All I want is to love you and fill you with happiness.
The first love is the one that leaves an everlasting impression on the heart.
The only souls that have knowledge of love, is of those who fall in love.
Faith without love is to be in people’s bondage. Love without faith, is to be in your own bondage.
sum say "LOVE HURTS" , sum say "LOVE SUCKS".. Bt i say "LOVE FU**S"..
God is Love... ...so how you define love is how you see God...
Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy.
i love this book it is the best of both world love romance
I loved Luke Skywalker and I loved Darth Vader and I loved watching them work it out.
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Bill: Mommy is still angry at Daddy. B.B.: Why? Bill: Well sweety, I love Mommy, but I did to Mommy what you did to Emilio. B.B.: You stomped on Mommy? Bill: Worse. I shot Mommy. Not pretend shoot, like we were just doing. I shot her for real. B.B.: ...
