Platonic love is love from the neck up.

Platonic love is love from the neck up.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.

I would love to be loved for what I am, and not for what I have!

I would love to be loved for what I am, and not for what I have!

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

The opposite of love is not hate, it 's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it\'s indifference. The read more

The opposite of love is not hate, it 's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it\'s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it 's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it\'s indifference.

Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that read more

Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that we find the greatest of strengths and the deepest of sorrows. Love can seem to be so fleeting and unachievable yet it remains well within our reach if we only learn how to embrace it's power. To experience true love, we must be willing to open ourselves up and sacrifice part of our heart and part of our soul. We must be willing to give of ourselves freely, and we must be willing to suffer. It is only when we expose our inner selves to the white hot flame of rejection, that love can burn so brightly as to join to souls, melding the two into one, creating a bond that joins forever. It is from this bond that we draw strength eternal and power ever lasting. It is in this thing that we call love that we find the means to achieve greatness, both in ourselves and in our lives.

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at read more

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

In this world of extremes, we can only love too little.

In this world of extremes, we can only love too little.