Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Women with pasts interest men. They hope history will repeat itself.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love is not finding someone to live with; it's finding someone you can't live without.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.