love (50)

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.