Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
You give loyalty, you’ll get it back. You give love, you’ll get it back.
The best proof of love is trust.
I spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability limited the fullness of those important experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and creativity to name a few.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
I love spaghetti. And I like to cook spaghetti. And I used to eat it every day. I weighed thirty pounds more than I do now. You can’t – you can’t do that.
It’s always great to engage with people. You never know who you can make an effect on. And I love interacting with the fans, hearing what they have to say and joking around with them. Anytime I can reach out online and give encouragement, motivate people, be a better citizen, that’s what it’s all about, man.
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
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