Maybe love isn’t meant to be bliss never-ending. Maybe love is unwavering support and befriending.

I love you sounds best spoken in quiet acts of kindness.

They tell me you're the best and the worst thing to have happened to me, but I do not see how it can be both. For if my death resulted from your presence, an everlasting sleep would have me dreaming happily of us together. I see no bad in that. Therefore, you must be the best thing to have ever happened to me because you make the worst seem wonderful.

Often we withhold our affections, waiting first for love to be extended to us. The irony is that we are loved for loving.

I never realized how much you meant to me until someone spoke your name and an irrepressible, goofy grin stretched my lips.

She laughed, and he fell in love.

Be grateful for the woman who worries about your welfare and checks on your whereabouts because if she stops obsessing, you can bet she no longer cares.

I think I'd rather be liked than loved. It just seems as if more criticism and chastening is shown to those we love, while kind manners and compassion are reserved for those we simply like. So, I hope you like me.

Love is many kind acts accumulated over time that leave us feeling wonderful.