There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, read more

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every read more

If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only read more

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

Love is not about how much you say 'I love you,' but how much you can prove that it's true.

Love is not about how much you say 'I love you,' but how much you can prove that it's true.

How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.

How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.

There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.

There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.