Through true love, you touch inner completeness..

I give you my promise to be by your side forevermore. I promise to love, to honor, and to listen as you tell me your thoughts, your hopes, your fears….

The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence..

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life..

To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it's….

One I built when I was a kid, and it was a real miniature of Disneyland. I fell in love with the park when I went there with my parents on my 12th bi….

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, ….

Like birds landing on a tree top together, and then dispersing, we are together for a very short time, so it makes sense to live in harmony, in uncon….

Beauty does not bring happiness to the one who possesses it, but to the one who loves and admires it..

Every time there are losses, there are choices to be made. You choose to live your losses as passages to anger, blame, hatred, depression and resentm….

There will still be things that machines cannot do. They will not produce great art or great literature or great philosophy; they will not be able to….

Oh, sunshine, I whisper and smile gently. Haven't you figured out that I'm completely in love with you?.

The more we realize we are loved, the more ashamed we are not to love back. The more we sin as a violation of love, not just of law, the more powerfu….

Love will sacrifice more to others than friendship, but then it exacts more from them..

In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage..

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones..

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong….

Accept yourself as you are. And that is the most difficult thing in the world, because it goes against your training, education, your culture..

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love..

I am convinced the most unfortunate people are those who would make an art of love. It sours other effort. Of all artists, they are certainly the mos….

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were on….