“What love we’ve given, we’ll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.”

Nine times out of ten, when you extend your arms to someone, they will step in, because basically they need precisely what you need.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate – it’s apathy. It’s not giving a damn.

The easiest thing to be in the world is you. The most difficult thing to be is what other people want you to be. Don’t let them put you in that position.

The greatest risk is to risk nothing at all.

L.O.V.E. Such a good word. Such a limitless word. Such a limitless concept.

Relish love in your old age! Aged love is like aged wine; it becomes more satisfying, more refreshing, more valuable, more appreciated and more intoxicating!

The most unfortunate thing that happens to a person who fears failure is that he limits himself by becoming afraid to try anything new.

If you don’t like the scene you’re in, if you’re unhappy, if you’re lonely, if you don’t feel that things are happening, change your scene. Paint a new backdrop.

Happiness and love are just a choice away.

It is when we ask for love less and begin giving it more that the basis of human love is revealed to us.

We need to learn to let go as easily as we grasp and we will find our hands full and our minds empty.

To love others you must first love yourself.

Those who think they know it all have no way of finding out they don’t.

Each of our acts makes a statement as to our purpose.

Love always creates, it never destroys. In this lie’s man’s only promise.

Living, loving & learning.

From the dawn of time to the very last tick of the clock, our purpose has never depended on this world, because it always existed in eternity.

In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

Our love is poetry oozing from our hearts spilling onto bedsheets and tearing us apart. Our love was always meant to be a journey through the cosmos for eternity.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

With a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?

A few days might mean nothing, but when you are going through hell, they feel like an eternity.