The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

If I’m wise
I will walk away
And gladly but sadly
I am not wise
It’s hard to walk away
The memories that you prize
Love is worth forgiving for
Now I realize
Everything worth living for
Is there in his eyes

Love means never having to say you’re sorry.

Love takes off amsks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

Love. What is love? No one can define it, its something so great, only God could design it. Yes, love is beyond what man can define, for love is immortal, and God’s gift is divine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Look, I guarantee that we’ll have tough times. And I guarantee that at some point one or both of us will want to get out of this thing. But I also Guarantee that if I don’t ask you to be mine I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. Because I know in my heart, you’re the only one for me.

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision; you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you two should ever part, because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day, it’s not laying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No, that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love, itself, is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? But, it is.

Love, I love you. I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too. I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who’ll lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you’re in sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup. One who’s constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you… The one who turns to his friends and says ‘That’s her.’

The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved,
loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

Every girl wants “Prince Charming” and while he may be nice and all, I’m thinking I’d rather have the guy that’s gonna call at 4am just to say hi, or someone who’ll stop by my house after just hanging up the phone because he wants to see how I’m really doing. Because I said I was fine, but we both know I’m lying. Or the guy who’ll stay home on a Saturday night with me because I’m sick and bring me my favorite kind of candy even though I can’t eat it cause my stomach flips at the idea. That guy, that one guy he may not be Prince Charming to anyone else but he’d be my hero. My knight in shining armor. Anyone who’d rather stay home on a Saturday night and hold my hair while I puke, that’s a hero…

I want to cross you off my list
but when you come knocking at my door
Fate seems to give my heart a twist
And I come running back for more

I’m sorry I make it so impossible for you to love me.

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

Take love, multiply it by infinity-and take it to the depths of forever and you still have only a glimpse of how I feel for you.

To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

So you’re not my type. I think I like that idea. Because my type usually breaks my heart.

boy don’t worry about it
your heart beats with or without it
and I know you don’t need me anymore
but love’s strong and I wouldn’t doubt that
my would would crumble without it
so please keep holding me for evermore

My daddy always told me that the first time you fall in love, it changes you forever, and no matter how hard you try, the feeling never goes away.

So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.