Love is easy to spell,difficult to define,impossible to live without.

To love is to look in to the perosns eyes and see there heart.

If u ask me how many times u ran through my mind. i would say, only once, cos u never left.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of his true loves eyes.

True love doesnt have a happy ending.. because true love has no ending.

Love the heart that hurts u but never hurt the heart that loves u.

Love is like fire,wethere its going to warm your heart or burn your house down, u will never know.