“I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.”

“I love you not because of what you have, but because of who you are.”

“I care for you, darling, I love you,the only reason I fucked L. is because you fuckedZ. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.and because you fucked N. I had to fuckY. But I think of you constantly, I feel youhere in my belly like a baby, love I’d call it,no matter what happens I’d call it love, and soyou fucked C. and then before I could moveyou fucked W., so I had to fuck D. ButI want you to know that I love you, I think of youconstantly, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anybodylike I love you.”

“CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: ‘I LOVE YOU’And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like rememberingWHO YOU AREAfter being in a comaFor a hundred years.Your face will beam the lightOf a hundred galaxies.”

“… you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.”

“Special Logan Kiss…Yeah, but you didn’t know that I’d recited how i felt for you right then, in that moment, in my mins. The words flowed silently, so easily. There’s no mistaking them. When I gave you those kisses, I was telling myself and you….He peck my nose “I…”He kisses my forehead “..LOVE..”My heart swells asHe presses his lips to my chin, then he whispers ” YOU…”

“Love is supposed to be based on trust, and trust on love, it’s something rare and beautiful when people can confide in each other without fearing what the other person will think.”

“While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.”

“Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.”

“I love you till I die!”

“Nothing says, “I love you!” more than those three words.”

“If God were to make a million lovely flowers in your image and plant them in a garden with you among them, I would still know you by your scent and by the feel of your petals and by the crazy way you lean towards my light whenever I draw near.”

“Why do I love you?Because you’re you.That’s why.I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“How many of us have lately taken the time out to look at the sky; marvel at the clouds; smell the flowers; or smelt the fresh scent of rain; bought a stranger a cup of tea or coffee; given our time to help another; or just taken time out to sit and watch people rush hither and tither; said “I love you”; smiled at a complete stranger; joined in with kids from the street to play a game?Sadly, I would have to say….not many.It’s sad….”