I live and love in God's peculiar light.
I miss you more than the sun misses the sky at night.
I miss everything about you.
Can't believe that I still want you.
And after all the things we've been through.
Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
There is in the act of preparing, the moment you start caring.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
A smile on the face is a sign that the heart is at home.
Important encounters are planned by the souls before the bodies see each other.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
