Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.
Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.
Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.
Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going
Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.
Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.
Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.
I think love is a huge factor in fiction and in real life. Is there a risk? Always. In fiction and in life.
Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by.
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