When love is real, it doesn't lie, cheat, pretend, hurt you or make you feel unwanted. It's supposed to be a cure to all your worries.
Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard you are to handle, but still wants you in their life.
If you love her, never fill her ears with lies, her mouth with words, her eyes with tears, her mind with confusion and her heart with pain.
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.