Leo Tolstoy

I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed.

Everything intelligent is so boring.

To get rid of an enemy one must love him.

And you know, there’s less charm in life when you think about death–but it’s more peaceful.

A happy love needs to be reciprocated.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

When she laughed she was beautiful, when she cried she was beautiful, but, when she was determined she was sexy as hell.

True love is finding your soulmate in your best friend.

I don’t feel that no big stone should be put over my head, saying he did this, he did that. Unless there’s something that I really did do. I believe I’m just ordinary. And I’d like for people to think of me that way, as just a guy that tried. Wanted to be loved by other people because he loved people.

“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

It’s important to remember where you came from; it’s the easiest way to locate where you are.

Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learned here.

I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight. But I still let everyone down when I change in size.

There’s nothing more romantic than getting down in the dirt and plowing through the weeds, brambles, thickets, and dry land of life with someone just as willing by your side.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

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.

I was a poem, she was a melody, songs emerged between us.

When I told you I wasn’t in love, I lied.

She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.