Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die, or know that you would die without them… it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world, they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very heart. We love them for a million reasons. No words would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
To the world, you may be one person.
But to one person, you may be the world.
If I could hold a star for every time you made me smile,
I would have the whole night sky in the palms of my hands.
I’m jealous of every person who has ever hugged you because,
for one moment, they had my whole world in their arms.
I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi to me, or even smile, because I know for a second that I crossed your mind.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person,
but by learning to love an imperfect person perfectly.
If you can’t get someone out of your head,
then maybe they’re supposed to be there.
Anyone can make you smile. Many people can make you cry.
But it takes someone really special to make you smile with tears in your eyes.
The spaces between your fingers were made
so that another person’s could fill them.
I caught myself smiling for no reason.
And then I realized I was thinking about you.
I dropped a tear into the ocean.
The day I find it is the day I’ll stop loving you.
You know you’re in love when you don’t want to go to sleep
because your life is better than a dream.
Meeting you was fate. Becoming your friend was a choice.
But falling in love with you—that was completely beyond my control.
I was matching a star to each thing I love about you.
And I was doing great until I ran out of stars.
There is only one happiness in life: to love and to be loved.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship, never.
Where there is love there is life.
There is no remedy for love than to love more.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
It is not love, but lack of love which is blind.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get,
only with what you are expecting to give—which is everything.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, but came the waves and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; but came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she that dost in vain assay, a mortal thing so to immortalize.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The best proof of love is trust.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
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