I love him so very much. As Romeo did Jugurtha, as Pyramid did Thirsty, as-" "Oh, please, no need to elaborate further," interjected Alexia, wincing. "But what would my family SAY to such a union?" "They would say that yours hats had leaked into your head," muttered Alexia, unheard under her breath.
He was my favorite senator. . . I love him. He made the liberals squeal.
The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city - I love him best of all.
I don’t have anything against Jimmy Fallon, I love him, he’s a kick. . .
Harrison Ford. . . I love him. He's a man's man.
Why can't I love him (a 2 yr old nephew) from afar? That's how I want to love him - through pictures and folklore.
I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.
I tried to be as positive as possible, because I have the same birthday as Michael Jackson. He is my cosmic brother. I love him.
I grew up reading Tolkien, and I love him. But I love him in the way that you love that rambly old grandfather. You have to sit through some pretty off-topic stuff before he starts telling his cool old war stories.
Armani's clothes are beautiful and modern and I love him.
(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
I love him who seeks to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.
I love Richard Pryor. I love him to death.
I didn't tell Ôtani I love him because I want to make out with him. I just love him, that's all. And I want to be with him all the time, even if we're just goofing around and hanging out like we always are.
I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.
It's not the way Zane looks, David," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "It's because he makes me bubbly, and because we took a lot of risks together. It could just as easily be me lying there, and he would stay with me if it was. " "It's just programming!" "No. It's because I love him.
The fact is, I love him. He's the boy I want and one day he'll be MINE.
He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.