We were together, I forget the rest.
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too .
Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms.
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
You don't love someone because they are perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
We were together. I forget the rest.