Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together ... and I knew it.
I stare to memorize your face, to kiss you in my mind, love you all the time.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
I took a chance with my heart and I feel it taking over
You're nothing short of my everything.
Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.
If I became lost in the multiverse, exploring infinite parallel dimensions, my only criterion for settling down somewhere would be whether or not I could find you: and once I did, I'd stay there even if it was a world ruled by giant spider-priests, or one where killer robots won the Civil War, or even a world where sandwiches were never invented, because you'd make it the best of all possible worlds anyway, and plus we could get rich off inventing sandwiches.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
A real girl isn't perfect and a perfect girl isn't real.
Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.
Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.
Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love”, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.
I have enjoyed the happiness of the world; I have loved.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
Love is being stupid together.
You don't even have to ask twice, you could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love...I love...I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
What we need to know about loving is no great mystery. We all know what constitutes loving behavior; we need but act upon it, not continually question it. Over-analysis often confuses the issue and in the end brings us no closer to insight. We sometimes become too busy classifying, separating, and examining, to remember that love is easy. It's we who make it complicated.
Love, and you shall be loved.
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