“Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.”

When we give ourselves in love we become our most vulnerable. We are never safe. We become open to disappointment and hurt.

I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be.

This loving person is a person who abhors waste – waste of time, waste of human potential. How much time we waste. As if we were going to live forever.

Life is a great and wondrous mystery, and the only thing we know that we have for sure is what is right here right now. Don’t miss it.

Most of us are pawns in a game of love we don’t understand.

Everybody needs a hug. It changes your metabolism.

Love is not a thing, it is not lost when given. You can offer your love completely to hundreds of people and still retain the same love you had originally.

You are the only you. You are the best you. You will always be the second best anyone else.

In the end you have only you.

Anything that is learned can be unlearned and relearned.

Love is like a mirror. When you love another you become his mirror and he becomes yours. And reflecting each other’s love you see infinity.

A life lived in love will never be dull.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Every moment spent in unhappiness is a moment of happiness lost.

One does not fall “in” or “out” of love. One grows in love.

A life of love is one of continual growth, where the doors and windows of experience are always open to the wonder and magic that life offers. To love is to risk living fully.

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

How can I let you go when my heart rests so peacefully in your arms.

Let your first interest be in your home. The baby you hold in your arms will grow quickly as the sunrise and the sunset of the rushing days.

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

The most foolish mistake we could possibly make would be to allow the subjugated races to possess arms.

And I would lie on your chest for hours and dream about the world in your arms but your thoughts were in another world.

We have a tendency to fall for broken things thinking we can fix them What if we just gathered all the pieces into our arms and loved them just as they are?