Something that never happens anywhere at any time.
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time.
Every now and then the stars align, Boy and girl meet by the great design, Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones? Everybody told me love was blind, Then I saw your face and you blew my mind, Finally you and me are the lucky ones, this time
Love me, and tell me so sometimes.
All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?
We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to understand what we do not love.
Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love to find out if there is really something there. Sometimes you won't let go of love. More times love won't let go of you. That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!
Love, you are eternal like springtime.
Enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time.
Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong.
Love is the way I feel for you, the way you fill something inside me whenever you so much as walk into the same room. Sometimes love is quite, lingering in the background until you least expect it. But love it always there for you
Sometimes love is calm and easy and sometimes it's just plain dirty.
Sometimes love doesn't come to us. We have to go out hunting. It's like pigs looking for truffles. It's called dating.
Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.
True love is the ripe fruit of a lifetime.
Sometimes love really is just that simple.
It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime.
Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.
After the discovery in 1918 of love letters revealing that Franklin was involved with Lucy Mercer: The bottom dropped out of my own particular world, I faced myself, my surroundings, my world, honestly for the first time.
The cultural transformation from the love of power to the power of love is the drama of our time.
Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time.
History overflows time. Love overflows the allowance of the world. All the vessels overflow, and no end or limit stays put. Every shakable thing has got to be shaken. In a sense, nothing that was ever lost in Port William ever has been replaced. In another sense, nothing is ever lost, and we are compacted together forever, even by our failures, our regrets, and our longings.
The most important thing in life is to love someone. The second most important thing in life is to have someone love you. The third most important thing is to have the first two happen at the same time.
There is no need to drag yourself through life, let go of the struggle & give yourself the time & love to find balance.
And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.
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