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

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.

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.

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.

Give a man a noble cause and he would fight to the death for what he believed in,but get the woman he loves to leave him and his once honourable principles would cease to be quite so important.

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?