Love is like quick sand, if u fall in it then there is no way out.

Love is like quick sand, if u fall in it then there is no way out.

The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of read more

The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of your romance.

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; read more

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.

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for read more

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have read more

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall.rn

Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love.

Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.