Lucky is the man who is the first love of a women but luckier is the women who is the last love of a man.
“But love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand..
There is love in holding….. and there is love in letting go.
Don’t tell me that you love me, show me that you do.
Life is messy. Love is messier.
Where there is love there is life.
Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it.
Till I loved, I never lived enough.