Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
— Joan Crawford
You know you're in love when you see the world in her eyes and her eyes everywhere in the world.
Breaking up doesn't mean that no more love is left; it's more of trying to save the love that's left.
“My heart made it's choice, and it chose you.”
I WAS BORN WHEN YOU KISSED ME. I DIED WHEN YOU LEFT ME. I LIVED A FEW WEEKS WHILE YOU LOVED ME.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
— Jim Morrison
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it—always.
— Mahatma Gandhi
CAN ANYTHING BE MORE VALUABLE THAN OUR LOVE? SINCE YOU ARE WITH ME, MY ONLY MEASUREMENT IS IN HEARTBEATS.
“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
— Pablo Neruda
— Joan Crawford
You know you're in love when you see the world in her eyes and her eyes everywhere in the world.
“My heart made it's choice, and it chose you.”
I WAS BORN WHEN YOU KISSED ME. I DIED WHEN YOU LEFT ME. I LIVED A FEW WEEKS WHILE YOU LOVED ME.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
— Jim Morrison
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it—always.
— Mahatma Gandhi
CAN ANYTHING BE MORE VALUABLE THAN OUR LOVE? SINCE YOU ARE WITH ME, MY ONLY MEASUREMENT IS IN HEARTBEATS.
“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
— Pablo Neruda
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