Selfishness destroys all forms of love!
The wounds of the heart are different from the rest of them. They are torn open, but never close. They are always painful and start bleeding if you touch them.
A kiss is a way of getting to people so close that they don't see each other's imperfections.
True love is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
Love is the only think that can be divided by infinity and never get smaller.
No one is perfect, until you fall in love.
The person you love is the one that holds your hand and touches your heart.
Love is like a snowflake: it softly floats and makes you shiver with pleasure, and then it gets lost and it melts.
Love is like walking on wet cement: even if you leave, your footprints are still there.
Love - the only way to get to Heaven without having to die.
Love is like Google: you have to go trough a lot of spam before you find what you're looking for!
Love is like the wind: you cannot see it, but you can feel it.
Love is like a card game: if you don't have a good partner, you have to have a very good hand!
Love is wanting to give all that's yours to your loved one and feeling that person's happiness like it was your own!
We get to fall in love not by finding the perfect person, but by perfectly knowing an imperfect person.
When someone loves you, he says your name differently. You know your name is same in his mouth.
Love is what makes you smile when you are tired.
Love is when a girl wears perfume, a boy wears aftershave and they go out together and smell each other.
Love is when your dog starts licking your face when you get home, although you left him home alone all day.
When you love someone, your eyelashes go up and down and thousand of tiny stars sprinkle out of you.
You don't have to say "I love you" if it's bot true. But if it is, you have to say it as often as you can. People forget!
I learned that true friendship continues to live on even on long distances, and this is also true about love!
Love never dies, it's like a Phoenix: it raises from the ashes of past love, even if it has the same faith... death!
For every woman loved by all, there is at least one man sick of her.
Heart pain is the key that opens the locks of us. And where there is love, there are tears. If love is untrue, it means that they will be missing and missing and tears.