We are the future; we are your children.We will make this world a peaceful garden.

Love isn’t about predictions or behavioural markers. It just happens, and you have no control.

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date—one that you can’t see until she tells you she’s leaving, and then she’s gone.

If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me

When your presented with an opportunity to fall head over heels in love, don’t hesitate.

And the poor lady, so small in her black satin, shrivelled up and sallow, with her funny corkscrew curls, took the little boy on her lap and put her arms around him and wept as...

Vel once told me that the heart isn’t like a cup of water. You can’t drain it. It’s more like an endless well, and the more you love, the more it pumps out.

Love is one of the few thingsyou don’t lose giving away.

Even when or if I become one of you, I vow to appreciate life; to appreciate my strength because unlike you, it seems, I’ve worked to earn mine

When you are beloved and express gratitude like the fragrance of a beautiful flower, you are happy.

Falling in love should be natural, like the food at Moe’s. Baby, I am so hungry for you, even though I know queso costs extra.

Love is not all about loving everything perfect, it is when someones corrosive nature is the only thing that glues you to them which you wished it were never there.

Look for the person everyone hates, and love them.

Look down and you may miss a shooting star in the sky. Look up and you may miss a starfish in the sand. But quick, look straight ahead and tell me what is that big,...

And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

Always there is a bitch lies in every virgin heart, and a virgin always lies in the heart of a bitch. To be honest, there cannot ever be anyone who is one-man or one-woman human,...

The Phoenix burns and rebirths from the ashes in the absence of need for witness, acceptance, understanding or belief.

The place of happiness you can return to is in the arms of the one you love.

Love leads people to become lost in their own feelings and ignore the world, so it’s no surprise their love for the world goes unrequited.

Verovao vetru, povetarcu, sad sam oduvan od razočarenja.

With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?

A wedding ring is a symbol of commitment; a promise, a pledge, and a vow. The promise is to forsake all others, to stay devoted and true; the pledge is to honor that promise selflessly,...

This Christmas mend a quarrel. Seek out a forgotten friend. Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust. Write a letter. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth. Manifest your loyalty in word and deed. Keep a...

Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping...

We looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything, but I could feel the air between us shift. It became thick, sultry, and tangible—like when the air changes right before a storm. I...

Jay replied to the bird, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my little bird. I’m sorry for leaving you alone. I’m sorry for hiding you away. Only now do I realize how much I’ve missed you.

A woman’s greatest and most perduring failure will be her failure to love. It is certainly not without significance that so many women presently pressing for power on the political, sociological or ecclesial scene are...

You act like you’re invincible, but I know deep down you want someone to hold your hand and buy you flowers and look you in the eye and tell you you’re his soul mate. You...

But if you want him, you might have to fight for him.” I let my head fall to the tabletop. “For the love of all that is dead and Chinese, please, no more fighting. This...

A kiss-goodnight Can last for hoursMoaning into your mouthLicking the sweetnessOf my lipsBiting softlyHolding on To the taste of yoursNever wanting To let goAsking you To kiss me foreverAsking the goodnight-kissTo becomeA kiss-good-morningA kiss-I-love-youAn entwined...

When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.

Before I could reply, he had picked me up, literally swept me off my feet, and kissed me. And afterwards, when I tried to speak, he silenced me in much the same manner. It was...

Maybe we aren’t so very different after all. There’s good and bad in both of us, and that’s what binds us together, for better or worse.

We made love, we drank coffee, and then we went our separate ways. I went west, and she went to hell. Or at least I hope she did.

There’s a hair in my food! Well, I did order all the cuddles I can eat. A buffet of sleep is how I describe my love to strangers on trains.

And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and toldme there was a star...

I’ve been working hard to become the kind of man she needs, the kind of man she already believes me to be.

He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.

I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word…the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds...

True love was about letting go. A daily choice. Knowing the worst about a person and sacrificing for them anyway. Choosing to love.

I want to drink the knowledge of Pythagorus’s theorem.

When you give yourself to me, completely, I will bite you. Until then, my love, I will only nibble on you.”~Cole

Because in some other universe, you are me, I am you, and we are perfectly happy together. Or perhaps not… and just like this…

A heart full of wordsAnd an uncooperative mouthMake an unfortunate pairing

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

Guys get a bad rap for not wanting to talk about their feelings but maybe women are in part to blame for that. One thing that I learned from working with people where English was...

I’m clingy like clang on pots. My love is cookable.

…into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

This time I wouldn’t forget him, because I couldn’t ever forgive him – for breaking my heart twice.

Call me later, you’d said, so I could call you later, at night, and it is those nights I miss you, Ed, the most, on the phone, you beautiful bastard.