For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: " It might have been."

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle; love is a war; love is growing-up.

Do it for love.

When love beckons you, follow him through his ways, hard and steep.

Telling someone the truth is a loving act.

If you play it safe in life, you've decided that you don't want to grow anymore.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Love doesn't make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

Real Eyes Realize Real Lies