So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get—only with what you are expecting to give—which is everything.
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
Every minute I spend with you is like being in heaven and looking in an angel's eyes.
A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me.
Heaven's lost without you.
I should have been more careful. I was blinded by your halo, so I never noticed the horns.
I'll sweep you off your feet, and make God regret he left an angel behind.
If I ever saw an angel, it was in your eyes.