Successful long term relationships are all about power levels. A high power level male will attract and succeed with a high level power female.How do we define those power levels? We can’t, they are inherently...

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

Butterflies. Everyday.

A person who is another man’s slave is better than one who is a slave to lust.

Never love someone beneath your level of evolution. If you want a monkey, you can visit one at your local zoo.

Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.

You’ve invaded my mind and I can’t get you out of it,” he accused with discernible disdain. She avoided looking at him and said, “Then you should forget.” “Forget?” he thundered,”EVERYTHING reminds me of you!”...

And how is your head? Better?” he asked.”Very much. Sometimes it hurts.” Right now it was throbbing. “But every day I am much improved.””Where did you hit it? Are you bruised?”I put a hand to...

Was I on something? Yes, love. The strongest drug there is.

For what is love if one loves a woman without knowing her? Just a decision to love? Or even an imitation? The question concerns us all: If, from our childhood on, the examples of love...

I am wholly, ardently, unabashedly in love with you

Then she smiled and told me I was cute, and that I should be careful, and I asked her why, then she said that she might fall for me, but I know she was joking,...

Men outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.

Falling in love can be likened to someone, falling from a high building. The possible result will be unconsciousness if not death. Take it that, anybody that falls in love is either unconscious or dead.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse...

For him, she was the evil one; the antagonist to his life story. The reason he was married at an early age.And to her, he would always be her infatuation gone horribly wrong.

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.””Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?””Yes. I want to ruin you.””Good,” I said. “That’s what I want...

Love is years of devotion, sacrifice, commitment, loyalty, trust, faith, and friendship all wrapped up in one. True love does more than cause your heart to flutter. It upholds your heart when the infatuation no...

My favorite thing you do is stop me in the middle of whatever I’m doing to tell me you love me.

When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn’t need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night...

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

Infatuation is measured in pleasure. Love is measured in pain. Behold the value of pain!

She dated me for 3/4 yrs and liked me so much that she married me and disliked me so much that she divorced me after 4 yrs.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness. Persistent smile brings out hollow dimples, and persistent frowns brings out hollow wrinkles.

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

Some people are crazy in love. They are so captivated to where they’ve lost themselves. Do not be lured in so deep that you lose the essence of who you truly are.

Maybe you’re smiling as I stumble to put my feelings into words. But I’m trying to do her justice, you know?

And I will curse the gods along with them, Min. Some wild monsoon raged through me as I looked at you just now. It’s left me rearranged inside, and I don’t have a map.

Even before we met and long after we’re both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I’m forever and ever in love with you.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You...

Most parents try really hard to give their kids the best possible life. They give them the best food and clothes they can afford, take their own kind of take on training kids to be...

A young woman, newly wed, may find herself in the delightful position of wanting to do nothing without the company of her darling husband. She may indeed discover that she spends all her waking hours...

I think there is no difference between love and infatuation. If it works out, we call it love; if it doesn’t, we shrug our shoulders and say it was infatuation. It’s a hindsight word.

Don’t cry for someone who would love smiling when your tears are flowing.

I didn’t pretend to know Eli at all, but even so, I’d noticed that his manner was slightly hard to read. It was something in the way he talked that made it difficult to tell...

I’ve said this before, but people love you for so many reasons. Some love you only for what you do for them. Some love you for how much money you spend. Some love you for...

I have to say, her blonde bob was amazing. The delicate way it hugged her face and neck. The softness of it…

She’d been mad for him as a girl, but she’d chalked that up to youthful infatuation. She’d tracked the events of his life religiously for a decade, but she’d told herself that was idle curiosity....

You make me feel like I am everywhere when I am right here, completely still with you.

What have I done to her?” Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. “What the devil did she do to me?

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. “I do”, I admit.

Indeed, infatuation thrives on image (while love thrives on knowledge).

Love is merely a combination between infatuation and confusion.

Love: the impossible combination of being IN the deep end and being OFF the deep end.

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

Who cares!

Nobody, she felt, understood her–not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie–except her man.

Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

Some men can love forever, some for six years, some for six months, and others for six hours.