Material possessions never adds to the person it merely substracts
I miss your voice because it is a symphony; your scent because it is a treasure; your smile because it is a jewel; your hug because it is a masterpiece; and your kiss because it is a miracle.
Love is the only brick that hits you on the head and gives you a smile instead of tears.
When a woman wants your attention, she uses her smile. When she wants your wallet, she uses her charm. When she wants your heart, she uses her touch. When she wants your soul, she uses her kiss.
Grief gives you a hundred reasons to cry; hope gives you a thousand reasons to smile, joy gives you a million reasons to laugh, and love gives you billion reasons to rejoice.
Love keeps you safe. It does not belittle you or make you feel ugly. When love touches you, it is with a softness that reminds you of how beautiful you are. Love accepts that you are not perfect and love does not demand that you change. Love patiently waits for you to reach your potential. And if you never do, love loves anyway. Love does not put its hands around your throat. Love is all about you breathing because love is all about life. Love wants to watch you thrive and grow; it never attempts to stifle or wreck or manhandle. Love’s presence is inviting enough for you to trust it. It won’t blackmail you, it won’t force you to bow down in fear. Love prays that it will always be enough to kiss away the scars in your heart for good.
To “belong” is to say “I want to walk with you for as long as I can” and to savour everything, even the unspectacular moments, because people can never be owned. They can only ever be loved.
Love has no feet, but finds its way around the world; and no wings, but finds its way around the universe.
Love has no feet, but finds its way around the world.
I went into a lather of misery watching them, and thinking of you, and how in the end you'll all be locked together, like the poor beasts that get their antlers mixed and are found dead that way, their heads fattened with a knowledge of each other that they never wanted, having had to contemplate each other, head-on, eye to eye, until death; well, that will be you and Jenny and Robin.