Everybody knows how to love but few people know how to stay in love with one person forever.

Everybody knows how to love but few people know how to stay in love with one person forever.

I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I read more

I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. Please don't ever go away. And if you go, then don't forget to take me with you.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to read more

Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to someone who doesn't know how to love.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn read more

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!