You know you're in love when you stop comparing.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
For the taxable investor, indexing means never having to say you're sorry.
You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.
Being an American means never having to say you're sorry.
Avant-garde means never having to say you're sorry.
Vasectomy means never having to say you're sorry.
When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.
When I want to end a relationship I just say, 'You know, I love you. I want to marry you. I want to have your children.' Sometimes they leave skid marks.
You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.
You know I love you,' said the other mother flatly. 'You have a very funny way of showing it,' said Coraline.
You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.
You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules. She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.” “Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.” Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.
Alice! You know I love you like a sister!" "Words." she growled.
Mother,” Hyacinth said with a great show of solicitude, “you know I love you dearly—” “Why is it,” Violet pondered, “that I have come to expect nothing good when I hear a sentence beginning in that manner?
Ah, stupid, you know I love you, too.
I'd rather argue with you, angel, than laugh with anyone else." Jesus. It took me a minute to be able to swallow the last bite in my mouth. "You know . . . I love you madly." He smiled. "Yes, I know.
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