“How is it that you can love somebody even more with time? Because the longer the story, my love, the more you fill the book.”

We attract who our souls need to grow.

We make time for the things we love, and excuses for the things we don’t.

Patience, my dear, in all things, but especially in love.

You deserve a good man. Who tells you he cares. Who listens when you speak. Who chooses you above the rest.

When I look back at the day we first met, I still see the beginning of my favorite love story.

Marry the one who inspires you to be real.

Never forget you’re better off alone than with somebody that makes you feel lonely, when you are together.

She is worth the wait. She is worth the time. She is the reason why.

The right one will stay.

Be the one she can count on, and the one who never fails to make her smile.

There will never be a day, I am not thankful for the fire you brought to my life that still warms me to the bones.

She will be the one who doesn’t give a damn about what you say, and only what you do.

The only way to bring down her walls is to show her you love her enough to climb over them.

Take a little time each day to appreciate the simple things in life, and you will have already discovered one of the secrets of lasting love.

All I need is a little is bit of you in my day to make me smile.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries.

It’s not in the book or in the writer that readers discern the truth of what they read; they see it in themselves, if the light of truth has penetrated their minds.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.

If you are going to get anywhere in life you have to read a lot of books.

There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.