Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.
The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.