Quotes to live by...feeling mushy!

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

A woman's heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. 

A book without words is like love without a kiss; it's empty.

If you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you feel like you know her---then don't let her go.

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

we accept the love we think we deserve

If your relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

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