True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.
There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes
Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
True education flowers at the point when delight falls in love with responsibility.
Love need not speak volumes. It need not demand proof. It never has a happy ending - simply because it doesn't end as long as love is pure and true.
It is natural for the mind to believe and for the will to love; so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.
Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way that love should manifest itself--free and untrammeled, guiding us with its force and driving us on.
. . . far be it from a Frenchman to interfere with love.
Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you're unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!
We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.
I never fit in. I am a true alternative. And I love being the outcast. That's my role in life, to be an outcast.
It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.
. . . it's a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.
Perhaps that is the real surprise of love; it exists, but one may not attribute causes and effects to it. The existence may appear to be a mere fallacy to the minds of some, and by the time they realise what hit them, they would already be down and dead.
When you really love someone, you think about him all the time. No matter where you are or what you're doing, he never completely leaves your thoughts. When you're apart, you want to be with him. When you're together, you're conscious of every move he makes, every word he says, and every breath he takes. Just the sight of him makes your heart race and your mouth go dry. And when he touches you, the rest of the world disappears.
We reach our best, and we do our best, we are at our best in a love atmosphere.
True, I am in love with suffering, but I do not know if I deserve the honor.
They wouldn't understand, and I don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again
Love, in the final analysis, is wisdom.