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.
True love is supposed to make you into a better person-uplift you.
I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.
What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?
You can love someone you mistrust.
Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.
Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.
If I go away what would still remain of me? The ghost within your eyes? The whisper in your sighs? You see… Believe And I’m always there.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
We are the perfect couple; we’re just not in the perfect situation.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.
One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear and bid adieu; Though we sever, my fond heart till we meet shall pant for you.
It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.
But I am learning that perfection isn’t what matters. In fact, it’s the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.
You can’t quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition.
Happiness is the best revenge, you know? Just be happy. It’s a choice.
People generally didn’t cheat in good relationships.
Odd how much it hurts when someone moves away and leaves behind only silence.
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridge.
It’s the worst thing to fall in love with someone who will never stop disappointing you.
You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.
Love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.
