The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
