Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that’s beautiful.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.
If you're lucky enough to be different, never change.
This is what we call love. When you are loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there’s no need at all to understand what’s happening, because everything happens within you.
In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.
My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Marriage is not a ritual or an end. It is a long, intricate, intimate dance together and nothing matters more than your own sense of balance and your choice of partner.
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
What will survive of us is love.
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?