I love mankind he said but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole the less I love man in particular.

Its not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.Its that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.Its not a weakness.Its your best strength.

I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each others hands and how thick their sanitation gloves are.

Youre beautiful but youre empty...One couldnt die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose all on her own is more important than all of you together since shes the one Ive watered. Since shes the one I put under glass since shes the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since shes the one for whom I killed the caterpillars except the two or three butterflies. Since shes the one I listened to when she complained or when she boasted or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since shes my rose.

They say a good love is one that sits you down gives you a drink of water and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind sets you ablaze makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you cant stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch I say thats a good love one that burns and flies and you run with it

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go Gods love for us does not.

The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

Heres something else to think about calling when you say youre going to is the very first brick in the house you are building of love and trust. If he cant lay this one stupid brick down you aint never gonna have a house baby and its cold outside.

Love.Because of you in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face I no longerRemember your hands how did your lipsFeel on mineBecause of you I love the white statuesDrowsing in the parks the white statues thatHave neither voice nor sight.I have forgotten your voice your happy voiceI have forgotten your eyes.Like a flower to its perfume I am bound toMy vague memory of you. I live with painThat is like a wound if you touch me you willMake to me an irreperable harm.Your caresses enfold me like climbingVines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love yet I seem toGlimpse you in every window.Because of you the heady perfumes ofSummer pain me because of you I againSeek out the signs that precipitate desiresShooting stars falling objects.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.