Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see read more

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.

The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is tested in so many ways. How do I articulate this? Two people are together. There are stakes, strife, read more

Love is tested in so many ways. How do I articulate this? Two people are together. There are stakes, strife, struggles, all these things that make us fall for someone, love someone even more, leave someone.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of read more

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.

Banish night! Welcome light!
Love is the brightest star!

Banish night! Welcome light!
Love is the brightest star!

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or read more

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

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too read more

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they read more

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.