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. |
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. |