“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ? Marilyn Monroe
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” ? Mother Teresa“
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” ? Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.” ? Robert Fulghum, True Love
“Where there is love there is life.” ? Mahatma Gandhi
“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ? Plato
“The heart was made to be broken.” ? Oscar Wilde
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” ? James Baldwin
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” ? Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
“Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.” ? Paulo Coelho
“It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.” - Samuel Butler
“A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.” - Abraham Crowley
“Everyone in life is gonna hurt you, you just have to figure out which people are worth the pain. - Erica Baican”
“Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will come after you.” - Lisa Brooks
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.” - Anais Nin
