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

Your face is engraved in my mind. I can’t erase it. I don’t want to. Because as much as I hate you, I love you. And I love you unforgettably.

I don't doubt that you think you love me; what I doubt is your understanding of love.

Don't underestimate the power of friendship. Those bonds are tight stitches that close up the holes you might otherwise fall through.

I love you for a great many reasons and despite a great many others.

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.

The communication block between men and women:Men―"Can't you hear what I'm saying?"Women―"Can't you feel what I'm saying?

To have a caring and committed heart toward someone—a heart so firm in its devotion as to sooner stop beating than neglect the object of its desire despite the person's state of health, appearance, reputation, finances, troubles, or challenges—that, dear world, is love. It is a rare find.

It was God who gave a man's rib to a woman. But it is man who must learn to give away his heart and never take it back.