But then why, when talking on the phone, did they quarrel, on average at least once every four sentences? Maybe, though the inspector, it was an effe….

Hatred of enemies is easier and more intense than love of friends. But from men who are more anxious to injure opponents than to benefit the world a….

I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain peo….

And in this game of life, we all search for ourselves. When I say selves, I mean ‘inner selves’, the thing that created the life in the first place. ….

Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better..

All the world loves a lover, and a lover loves all the world..

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I ….

Ever since time began, people have recognized their true Love by the light in their eyes..

It is only when we no longer compulsively need someone that we can have a real relationship with them..

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering..

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought..

In love it is only the commencement that charms. I am not surprised that we find pleasure in frequently recommencing..

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted..

Surely all of us are nerved by one another, catch courage from one another..

If a dream affords the dreamer some light on himself, it is not the person with closed eyes who makes the discovery but the person with open eyes luc….

Oh heck yeah, I totally would love to have a Phantom Dennis in real life..

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it'….

In love the ordinary is made sacred..

Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto..

Will you love me in December as you do in May, Will you love me in the good old fashioned way? When my hair has all turned gray, Will you kiss me ….

We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul..