I only thought about you once today.. I never stopped.
I think I would rather possess eyes that know no sight, ears that know no sound, hands that know no touch than a heart that knows no love.
To handle yourself, use your head, to handle others, use your heart.
Love is like an hourglass With the heart filling up As the brain empties
~ by Jules Renard
My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.
~ by Frederick Saunders
Love is not a matter of what happens in life. It's a matter of what's happening in your heart.
~ by Ken Keyes
Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.
~ by Erich Fromm
Life is the flower of which love is the honey.
~ by Jean Baptiste Alphonse Karr
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
~ by Leo Buscaglia
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~ by Mark A. Overby
I think I would rather possess eyes that know no sight, ears that know no sound, hands that know no touch than a heart that knows no love.
To handle yourself, use your head, to handle others, use your heart.
Love is like an hourglass With the heart filling up As the brain empties
~ by Jules Renard
My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.
~ by Frederick Saunders
Love is not a matter of what happens in life. It's a matter of what's happening in your heart.
~ by Ken Keyes
Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.
~ by Erich Fromm
Life is the flower of which love is the honey.
~ by Jean Baptiste Alphonse Karr
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
~ by Leo Buscaglia
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~ by Mark A. Overby
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