I hope I may never acknowledge any reason why minds that truly love each other shouldn’t be joined together. Love isn’t really love if it changes when it sees the beloved change or if it disappears when the beloved leaves. Oh no, love is a constant and unchanging light that shines on storms without being shaken; it is the star that guides every wandering boat. And like a star, its value is beyond measure, though its height can be measured. Love is not under time’s power, though time has the power to destroy rosy lips and cheeks. Love does not alter with the passage of brief hours and weeks, but lasts until Doomsday. If I’m wrong about this and can be proven wrong, I never wrote, and no man ever loved.

If you see me walking the road with someone else, its not because I like his company, it’s because you’re not brave enough to walk beside me.if you hear me talking about him all the time, it’s not because it pleases me, it’s because you’re too deaf to hear my heart beat. If you feel me falling with someone new, it’s not because I love him, its because you’re not there to catch me if I fall. If you feel lost, I too am nowhere, I too don’t know where the road is going…

The greatest battle ever fought by anyone is the battle of love that cannot be yours. No matter how strong your shield is and how sharp your sword, the bleeding cannot be prevented and the hurt will never be concealed… The wound of the body can be healed but the wound of the heart will forever leave a scar that will remind you of a battle never won

I wish falling in love had traffic lights. So I know if I should go, slow down, or just stop.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

How can you see the person who will love you for eternity, if you are not looking at me

Your mum was meant to become a nun, but she met me

I don’t mind paying for your tuition fee. As long as you’ll learn how to love me