Love

Learn to love yourself.

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

The heart doesn’t care about bloodlines or birth parents. It just seems to know how to love in the same way our lungs know how to breathe.

The Supreme lesson of Life is Love....

You did what you did out of love. I can't be mad at you over that. It was stupid, but that's how love is. Do you have any idea what I'd do for you? To keep you safe?

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.

He shall never know how I love him.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself ~ all that runs over will be yours.

I am feeling more. I feel everything more. I cannot express it. I can hardly keep track of it all. It is you! All you! Everything!

Jenny,' he whispered. 'My Jenny.

All I want is someone I can't resist ...I will know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed.

Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... Beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside.

...And remember my sentimental friend that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

That feeling when you know you're being fought for.

Be kind to express your love for life. No reason is needed to be kind.

I tilt my head slightly to one side, taking in her blue sleeveless dress which ends a few inches above her knees. She looks exquisite. Definitely perfect for dessert.“I know what I want to eat and it’s not lemon cake.” I say thickly.Heat flares up in her eyes and I know the cake has been forgotten.She wants to be dessert.

You view love and especially women...As something hostile, something against which you defend yourself, although in vain, something whose power over you, however, you feel as a sweet torment, a prickling cruelty: this is truly a modern attitude.

In search of that beat that my heart skipped when I first saw your beautiful soul...

Grief is the price we pay for love.