All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
LOVE, WHICH WE ARE ATTACHED BY LOVE
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.