Love ceases to be a
pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.
I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may just be the world.
The best way to love is to love like you have never been hurt.
No man is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry.
The greatest pain that comes from love is loving someone you can never have.
Seduce my mind and you can have my body, find my soul and I'm yours forever.
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
To love somebody who doesn't love you is like going to a temple and worshipping the
behind of a wooden statue. . . of a hungry devil.
Your voice makes me tremble inside and your smile is an invitation for my imagination to
go wild.
If you could only see the way he loves me, maybe you would understand why I feel this way.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.
We tell you over and over again that you're wonderful, and you just don't get it. What's
wrong with you?
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.
To some you say you'll miss them; to others you can never say goodbye.
A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When
we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and
honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be. Each
unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one
person we're safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings,
our sense of direction. When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are
we've found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
If you haven't already, I'd suggest you want to find your soulmate as soon as you can.
She didn't mean to be sexy that moment, but even a winter nightgown couldn't hide that
lovely outline. When will I outgrow my simple-minded fascination with the form she had happened
to choose for her body? Never, I thought.
What happens when we set off searching for a soulmate who doesn't exist, and find him?
We're different, we're the same. You thought you'd never find a word to say to a woman
who didn't fly airplanes. I couldn't imagine myself spending time with a man who didn't love
music. Could it be it's not as important to be alike as it is to be curious? Because we're
different, we can have the fun of exchanging worlds, giving our loves and excitements to each
other. You can learn music, I can learn flying. And that's only the beginning. I think it
would go on for us as long as we live.
If we change in different directions, then we don't have any future anyway, do we? I
think it's possible for two people to change together, to grow together and enrich instead of
diminish each other. The sum of one and one, if they're the right ones, can be infinity! But so
often one person drags the other down; one person wants to go up like a balloon and the other's a
dead weight. I've always wondered what it would be like if both people, if a woman and a man
both wanted to go up like balloons!
Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know
this is true, but I know, too, that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see
the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw
myself. I lifted my hand in wonderment and felt my cheeks, my neck. This was me. And when I
had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was, I was not afraid to hate parts of me
because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.
When I dream of a future in his arms no dark days appear, not even a head cold, and,
though I know it's nonsense, I really believe we would always be happy and that our children
would change the world.
We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as
of their qualities.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life.
In his love for someone he brought out that which was peculiar to a person's life, even
though it lay hidden under layers of dirt; he loved it out. Therefore many who knew that he saw
them and loved them became new persons had experienced the great transformation. His love was
not simply a reaction to something lovable, as our love is. His love was creative. It called a
'new creature' into existence.
The words, "I love you," often come from our mouths sounding so monotonous, but it's not
all that. . . there's a deeper meaning within these words. . . it's like saying, "You're a part
of my life."
Loving your enemies is not to love the evil and hatred in them, but rather seeing the good
in every one of them and helping them to see it in themselves.
The less you open your heart, the more your heart suffers.
Last night I dreamed you were back again. Larger than life again, holding me tight again.
Placing those same kisses on my brow. . . sweeter than every night. . . Lord, I remember how we
couldn't get enough kisses. Do you know much I love you? No you don't, but I do.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
I wish I could fall in love, though it only leads to trouble, oh I know it does. Still, I'd
fool myself and gladly just to feel I was in love. I wish I could feel my heartbeat rise, and
gaze into some gentle, warm, excited eyes, and give myself as truly as an arrow flies, in windless
skies. Oh, I remember you in the TV light, holding you close to me where we lay. And now I wish
I knew some of those softer nights. Whispering quietly, feeling you turn to me. It was only last
night in the winter dark, I dreamed of how you loved in all your innocence, and I've never known
a softer, warmer feeling since; or a truer heart. But maybe these dreams are leading me; maybe
love is not as gentle as my memory; maybe time and wishful half-remembered fantasies. Or the
greatest heart.
We may take different paths, we may get caught up in different aspects of life. . . but
our love will always be there.
If this is a crush, then I don't know if I could take the real thing if it happens.
Have you found someone?
Yeah, but I don't know if he's found me.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish
to sing always find a song.
I understand with love comes pain, but why did I have to love so much?
That's the part that's so unfair! I have nothing else on my mind! How come I'm the one
who has to sit around and analyze him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with
other things on his mind. . .
I just broke up with someone and the last thing she said to me was, 'You'll never find
anyone like me again.' I'm thinking, 'I should hope not! If I don't want you, why would I want
someone like you?'
And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for.
But if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I
shall always be near you; In the gladdest days and in the darkest nights. . . always, always, and
if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your
throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and
wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
Loving somebody for all they're worth isn't quite the same as loving somebody for all
you're worth.
To appreciate love, you have to know you can lose it.
You know you're in love when there are only two places in the world: where he is, and
where he isn't.
They say two people can't live off love alone, but, if we die trying, oh what a way to go.
A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear
waiting to cry.
You only fall in love once - the rest is merely practice to make sure your heart can take
it.
You know that feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster for the first time? Or you're
going too high on a swing? Or you hit some certain bumps on the road and your stomach kind of
flips? That's the way I feel when I'm around you. Not all the time, but there's those times
when you look at me, or you'll hold me; and I can't even explain it, but that's what I feel.
Love: it's the atmosphere, the noise; it's the time, the taste, the smell, and the sense
of being. I think it's being alive at a point where it's so joyful it can almost be painful.
