I live in the realm of romantic possibility.
I’m a different man now. I’m still a romantic, I still believe in love, but when I met Barbara I was looking for it. Now, I don’t know.
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.
My father, soft as rainclouds, my mother, hard as hail, prepared me to take the world by storm.
You first.’ The only way love works.
It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.
Everything I know, I know because of love.
You demonstrate love by giving it unconditionally to yourself. And as you do, you attract others into your life who are able to love you without conditions.
“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber
“Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.
I knew from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
I’ve forever wanted a woman who loves like a soldier and fights like a poet. Always with unfailing faithfulness, always for the yearning in her heart.
He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.
Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.
Don’t forget me, don’t forget me. I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.
Men make love more intensely at 20, but make love better, however, at 30.
A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.
