I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn’t be filled?
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life’s key: be check’d for silence, But never tax’d for speech.
True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
You are, and always have been, my dream.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.
What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.
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