Love is blind; Friendship closes its eyes.
Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
There’s the people you’ve known forever. Who like…know you…in this way. That other people can’t. Because they’ve seen you change. They’ve let you change.
Shared joy is double joy. Shared sorrow is half sorrow.
The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be – and when they’re not, we cry.
Your approval is neither required nor desired. But I will take your acceptance.
‘Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
No one needs love more than someone who doesn’t deserve it.
No one can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of a friend until he is unhappy.
It is so rare…to find a complete person, with a soul, a heart and an imagination; so rare for characters as ardent and restless as ours to meet and to be matched together, that I hardly know how to tell you what happiness it gives me to know you.
Friendship involves many things, but above all, the power of going out of one’s self and appreciating what is noble and loving in another.
We have something special that no one, no distance, no time can take away…we have each other.
The reward for love is the experience of loving.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Love is what still goes on when you’re not horny.
Love does not die easily. It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all of life’s hazards, save one – neglect.
These violent delights have violent ends.
I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.
It bears all things, believes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
So, lively brisk old fellow, don’t let age get you down.
White hairs or not, you can still be a lover.
Experience is in the fingers and the head. The heart is inexperienced.