I don’t understand
why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day ?
When I think about romance,
the last thing on my mind is a short,
chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.

We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird,
and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.

What I need to live has been given to me by the earth.
Why I need to live has been given to me by you.

So I will stand here forever,
If forever’s what it takes,
because you are my forever and forever always waits.

Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart,
but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith,
water of sincerity and air of passion.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes.
Sometimes we make love with our hands.
Sometimes we make love with our bodies.
Always we make love with our hearts.

If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile,
the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.

If you love someone,
et them go. If they return to you,
it was meant to be. If they don’t,
their love was never yours to begin with…

Love is like playing the piano.
First you must learn to play by the rules,
then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

Love is like playing the piano.
First you must learn to play by the rules,
then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

There is no silence in my heart, when I’m in love.
There is not tears from my soul,
no longing or hatred — only passion,
love and romance. When I’m with you,
this is how I am. I love you.

Romance? What is romance?
Is it when I give you flowers?
When I give you a gorgeous dinner?
Or is it when I simply say, I love you.

Love that we can not have is the one that lasts the longest,
hurts the deepest and feels the strongest…

If I were pressed to say why I loved him,
I feel that my only reply could be:
‘Because it was he, because it was I’.

The more you love someone the more he wants from you and
the less you have to give since you’ve already given him your love.