Love must be learned, and learned again and again; there is no end to it. Hate need's no instruction, but wait's only to be provoked.
There are days when your foot is swollen and your glass slipper doesn't fit.
Sometimes we go out of our way to make someone love us in return, but suddenly fate intervenes and says "oops, wrong person".
Love is when there are a million things you want to say to someone, but when they look you in the eyes and hold you in their arms nothing in life matters other than being with that person at that moment.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms. Or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
Don't screw up the best thing that ever happened to you just because you're a little unsure about who you are.
I've learned that you know you're in love when you want to tell everyone about it, even if they haven't asked.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it does not brood over the past. It's the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don't have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.
A person who will cry with me, laugh with me, fight with me, and a person that would be there for me, is my friend.
You're my pervert, and I'm your nympho.
Just sitting with you and doing nothing is never nothing to me, it is everything to just be with you.
Some people say love is like fire, but I say no. Fires burn out and die. Some fires are hot, and others cold. True love is more like water; it never dies, it never ends, it just changes.