There is one moment in your life when you are with someone and you feel like the world has stopped and your life seems perfect, make sure you never lose that person.
To me, love is having your head tell you to slap him but all you wanna do is look into his eyes and smile.
Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. This person is one you could forever talk to. They understand you in a way that no one else does or even could. This person is your soul mate, your best friend. Don't ever let them go, for they're your guardian angel sent from heaven above.
Beginnings are usually scary, endings are usually sad, but the middle is what really counts!
Love is like the sea, rough at times, smooth at others, but is always constant. Always be careful, love is a powerful thing.
Wait for the man 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 man who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the 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 he is to have you. The one who turns to his friends and says, 'thats her...'
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.
I don't know which is worse, keeping your love for someone a secret or telling them and risk being rejected.
It does not matter how long you've known him, if he's had you smiling since day one, don't lose him.
He's the type of guy that could look you in your eyes when you're knee deep in tissues and your face looks like its been badly beaten, and with all honesty tell you that you're nothing less than beautiful.
He smiled and as he did it, she was filled with a sudden triumph and a great ecstasy, for she knew then that he was hers, and she loved him, and it was something she had known from the very beginning. She had known that this thing was to happen, that nothing could prevent it; she was part of his body and part of his mind, they belonged to each other, both wanderers, both fugitives, cast in the same mold.
Love? We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it. When we don't have it, we search for it; when we discover it, we dont know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear losing it. It is the constant sourse of pleasure and pain. Be we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without.