She says: ...love is really all that matters. He hears: ...really love to do it on the mattress.
Unconditional love is the greatest gift we can ever give.
Live, but do not love, because love is simply a lie, only heartache waits in its wake.
There are two different categories of love. The first category is called a fairytale. The second category of love is called just another lesson
For love is exultant when it unites equals, but it is triumphant when it makes that which was unequal equal in love.
Do what you love, especially if your sharing the word
Love is not the perfect match, love is the connection between two people.
Whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
Men learn to love the woman they are attracted to. Women learn to become attracted to the man they fall in love with.
There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then." She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.
I love you," I whispered hoarsely. "You're my favourite person." The tears blurred in my eyes again. "And if you ever tell anyone I cried during this moment I will withhold sex for a year.
So here’s my question: when you lose the most important person to you in the entire world, where is all the love – love you never even knew you were capable of – supposed to go?
Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.
I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back.
My inner wolf seeks to destroy the one I love for reasons of self-preservation. For the only cure to free my soul is to be killed, in an act of true love, by the one who loves me most..
Embrace love; it’s the best gift you’ll ever find in life. Lift your joy off the ground by loving what you do and doing what you love.
I love you,' cooed Fake Amy. 'You dance so much better than the Doctor.' 'Silly.' Real Amy nudged her in the ribs. 'Hippos dance better than the Doctor.
You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.
She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
Often, we tend to wrap ourselves around him so tight that we neglect our mission, our purpose, our calling, sometimes our children and even our God
It is not true that "love is not love which alters when it alteration finds." Love alters all the time; it is fluid, in perceptual flux, an evolving business across a lifetime.
