Monday, August 7, 2006
Love is two minds without a single thought.
Love is just love, it can never be explained.
Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning
Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see.
Love is one of the hardest words to say and one of the easiest to hear.
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.
What is love?
Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in
To My Crazy Obsession With You, Lim Suhuan
Golem To Mi dearest blur Witch