Love

He reminds me of a comfortable sweater that you pull on, knowing it will keep you warm every time.

If it’s the right person, it’s easy.

She smiled at him, that same look of shared understanding, then reached in again to touch his hand, pinching his palm between her thumb and index finger. 'You OK?''I could be on fire, but seeing you would make it all OK,' he replied, his voice as brittle as a three-pack-a-day smoker.

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

Not even a thousand tears can wash away the feelings I still have for you.

Cameron’s mind registered what the rest of him already knew. He was insane about this woman, and he’d do anything to be with her, anything to protect her. She’d become his world. How it had happened, he didn’t know, but it had.

The man is always the last to know whenCupid has struck him-Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress.

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

Love is an urge to be with himWhen the first raindrop falls.Love is an ecstasy, the joy you feelWhen his presence is sound.Love is a tender tickle when youSit alone thinking of him.Love is a tear of happinessWhen the proposal dooms...

A woman's lust is for a short time.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

Every living thing is sacred to me. Compassion and love can heal this world, which is set on fire of violence and hatred. I will teach the world about compassion, and end the suffering by halting these floods of sorrow. Said Prince Siddhartha and began his journey of saving the man kind.” ,.

I almost moved mountains, touched rivers, impressed deserts and motivated skies, but I never made it to your heart.

When Juliet came flying down the hallway, Stella didn't recognize her friend. Juliet hadn't bothered with makeup; she was wearing a nightgown underneath her raincoat and had on plastic flip-flops. This was the way loved walked in, barely dressed, confused, panic-stricken, overcome, not caring what anyone thought or what they believed.

You do not set a high enough value on yourself if you think a man who loves you should not weave you into the fabric of his life with every thread. — Robert Service to Constance MacLean, 1903 (age 28).

It is not a lack of love but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

I've had orgasms lasting longer than our relationship.