I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.

I want you to know that you're the hottest biscuit this side of the gravy boat.

Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke.

And everyone is always saying that marriage is really hard and takes a lot of work. But the thing is, when you know that you love someone, those things don't matter. You have to push all the everyday things and the outside world away, and just enjoy knowing that this is the man who has the chest your head is meant to lie on.

I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

I still wasn't convinced that tossing a shoe didn't mean you harbored an anger-management problem, but I did understand love now. How it wrapped around you and made you more aware of the prickles on your skin, the roots of your hair, the intensity of every touch and every inch of you. It was like life on hi-def. Everything was sharper.