Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take read more

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice. -Nora Roberts.

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - read more

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, read more

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from read more

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is read more

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.