If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?

I'm telling you this for one reason and one reason only: No matter how sure you are of someone's love, it's always nice to hear it.

Love is so complicated, that is why it is love.

'I thought I could live my life without you,' she says, trying desperately to hold back her tears. 'I can't. I've tried and I can't do it.'

One day the worlds male population will spontaneously combust because they've kept too much stuff in for too long.

I won't stop loving you because I can't stop loving you.

I'd like the kind of love that lasts forever.It doesn't matter if it's plain,it doesn't matter if it's ugly.It just has to be there.