quotes again... love it....

-Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.


-There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one's self on lies and fables. 


-To most people loneliness is a doom. Yet loneliness is the very thing which God has chosen to be one of the schools of training for His very own. It is the fire that sheds the dross and reveals the gold. 


-The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else


-I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. 


-As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change. . . I will always keep falling in love with you.  


-A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left. #like this....


-I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if its just for a second, that I've crossed your mind. 


-LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without....




-Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear. 


-Love is like a war:Easy to begin Hard to end! 


-"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."