Category Archives: Love
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone – we find it with another.
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.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Tonight was brilliant, I just loved it.
I’d love to keep playing basketball. It is something I put all my heart in. I’ve been playing since I could walk.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
Don’t get me started. I love it.
If both the physiological and the safety needs are fairly well gratified, then there will emerge love and affection and belongingness needs, and the whole cycle already described will repeat itself with this new centre. Now the person will feel … Continue reading