You know what love really means when you pick love over money.
Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.
The inordinate love of money, no doubt, may be and is 'the root of all evil,' but money itself, when properly used, is not only a 'handy thing to have in the house,' but affords the gratification of blessing our race by enabling its possessor to enlarge the scope of human happiness and human influence.
Only when we give joyfully, without hesitation or thought of gain, can we truly know what love means.
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "don't leave me here alone".
A relationship isn't always 50/50. Some days a person will struggle. You suck it up and pick up that 80/20 cause they need you. That's love.
What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets, your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows, and yet in the end that one person does not think any less of you, even if the rest of the world does.