Love cannot survive if you just give it scraps of yourself, scraps of your time, scraps of your thoughts.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

Love does not just sit there, like a stone; it had to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

Love won’t be tampered with, love won’t go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

He walked into my heart like he always belonged there, took down my walls and lit my soul on fire.

Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.

Life is change; growth is optional. Choose wisely.

We must love one another or die.