Perhaps after all romance did not come into ones life with pomp and blare like a gay knight riding down perhaps it crept to ones side like an old friend through quiet ways perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

The voice of Love seemed to call to me but it was a wrong number.

I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving and so never die.

Those sweet lips. My oh my I could kiss those lips all night long.Good things come to those who wait.

Because I cant help doing it he said with a shrug. And hey if I keep loving you maybe youll eventually crack and love me too. Hell Im pretty sure youre already half in love with me.I am not And everything you just said is ridiculous. Thats terrible logic.Adrian returned to his crossword puzzle. Well you can think what you want so long as you remember-no matter how ordinary things seem between us-Im still here still in love with you and care about you more than any other guy evil or otherwise ever will.I dont think youre evil.See Things are already looking promising.

Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand it is love. Love as powerful as your mothers for you leaves its own mark. To have been loved so deeply even though the person who loved us is gone will give us some protection forever.

After all what is happiness Love they tell me. But love doesnt bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary its a constant state of anxiety a battlefield its sleepless nights asking ourselves all the time if were doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

There is no pretendingJace said with absolute clarity.I love youand I will love you until I dieand if theres a life after thatIll love you then.She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth... A tension of opposites like a pull on a rubber band. Most of us live somewhere in the middle. A wrestling match...Which side win Love wins. Love always wins