Love is my religion - I could die for it.

Love is my religion - I could die for it.

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,rnLove like you'll never be hurt,rnSing like there's nobody listening,rnAnd live like it's heaven read more

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,rnLove like you'll never be hurt,rnSing like there's nobody listening,rnAnd live like it's heaven on earth.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I read more

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the read more

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the
Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son
whom he receiveth.

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 looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

The best love story is when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

The best love story is when you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know read more

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know it\'s a dichotomy.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.