For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

I’m not single. I’m not taken. I’m simply on reserve for the one who deserves my heart.

Love is the life of humanity.

Ultimately, we wish the joy of perfect union with the person we love.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

To love is nothing. To be loved is something. To love and be loved is everything.