I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
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The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens read more
The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
You really love him, don't you? a simple psychological question, no name was mentioned but suddenly someone came into your read more
You really love him, don't you? a simple psychological question, no name was mentioned but suddenly someone came into your mind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness.
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness.
Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
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When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
The woman that deliberates is lost.
