If love and sex are such natural phenomenons how come there are so many books on how to?

If love and sex are such natural phenomenons how come there are so many books on how to?

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

A blind person, in reality, is the only person who can truly see. They know first hand what true love read more

A blind person, in reality, is the only person who can truly see. They know first hand what true love is, without the use of eyes, but with the heart. And that is the truest form of love, and they harness it.

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.'

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

I don't know, I guess I figured out that in a relationship you can't choose when you want to like read more

I don't know, I guess I figured out that in a relationship you can't choose when you want to like this person or that one...you're in a relationship for a reason and you need to stick with it or give it up. And I'm not ready to give it up.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

You don't have to touch someone to love them, It's not in the kiss, It's in the times you don't read more

You don't have to touch someone to love them, It's not in the kiss, It's in the times you don't kiss.

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.