Thread: Love Quotes
Adolf Hitler: Evrythng is fair in Love & War. I sugst u to do War but never Love. Because in war eithr u live or die. But in love niethr u live nor u die!
Shakspare said: Ã¢â‚¬Å“I remember him not as the one who broke my heart But I remember him as the one who taught me how to live with a broken heart.Ã¢â‚¬Â
Hurt a true heart as many times as u want, it wont stop LOVING u Bt if u cheat a true heart, it wont hurt or hate u , bt it wont dare to LOVE u Again
Xcellent Loce Quote !!! Ã¢â‚¬Å“I do not fear to die But My fear is tat if i die WhoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll Luv u as much as i do ??
Love : Its not the Ã¢â‚¬Å“presenceÃ¢â‚¬Â of something which brings Ã¢â‚¬Å“meaningÃ¢â‚¬Â to life, but its the way that Ã¢â‚¬Å“someoneÃ¢â‚¬Â touches ur heart which gives life a beautiful
LIVING MIGHT MEAN TAKING CHANCES, BUT THEY ARE WORTH TAKINGÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ LOVING MIGHT BE A MISTAKE, BUT ITS WORTH MAKINGÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦.. Happy LOVING
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."
"My night has become a sunny dawn because of you."
In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love you want the other person."
"She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudness climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes..."
We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.
As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change. . . I will always keep falling in love with you.
The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring.
Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up, and never truly moving on. Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of what's left of your heart that they feel the same
LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without.
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