Am I In Love? Quotes
Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.
If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people.
Do not judge to Anyone, Do not let anyone to judge you.But Every person must have little moral and honest to judge themselves.
....I came to consider betrayal a moral violation of another's humanity—akin to torture.
So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.
Sometimes the presence of a happy moment, one that won't fade, is all the comfort we need.
Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.
Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.
When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.
I could take revenge, i could give pain, But i do not know how to be such a cheapSo hurt to one, i love you more than my life to whom always i speak
Humans seek connection above all else, and we are willing to destroy things to attain it.
Can they love? Or is it a bit of code meant to get a reaction from humans? Can anyone tell real love, in a bot or in a human?
The first noble truth says simply that it’s part of being human to feel discomfort.
The only things flawless about me are my flaws.
Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.
The human emotions are worthy of nothing when our existence has no realistic value.
I thought I wanted caprice and fire, but it turns out that what I really want is someone who will wake me up early so I don't miss a sunrise.
Some of us wear our hearts. Some of us carry them.
HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN, AND EXPLAIN HOW TO LAUNCH THINGS INTO SPACE, BUT HE DIED WITHIN NINE MONTHS
I don't love you just because you have a beautiful face
She looked at his face and saw a monk and a detective, both beautiful and bizarre.
She's absolutely beautiful. Her hope is beautiful. The smile on her face is beautiful. The tears streaming down her cheeks are beautiful.Herloveisbeautiful.
I thought of writing a summary about you, but when I finished it was a book.
With you as an inspiration, a painter will create his best painting, a writer will write his best literature and a poet will create his best poetry.
The darkest hour of my day is the one in which I don't get to see you.
Every time I see you, I have to admit that rest of us are more uglier than I thought.
I think poverty is not the worst thing in the world, blindness is, because blind people cannot see your beauty.
The air is full of flying kisses sent by the people who are watching you.
The life can be easy, beautiful, enjoyable and sensational, but it is never amazing without you.
I do not have a beautiful face, soft skin or a pretty smile, but I know how to inspire a bunch of pretty and lovely girls.
Why should i blame world, if i get wrong to recognize true and real faces of people
Why should i have fake smile on my face, If my heart and soul suffering in unrest. it's not my duty to entertain you But its my responsibility to be Honest and Original
Self-manipulation is our medication. Mythology is our drug. The only cure is honesty.
It is not important what would you do for your love, what matters is what have you been doing for it.
How did we get to the point where we're paying for bottled water? I imagine it was some weird marketing meeting over in France.
Nowadays silence is looked on as odd and most of my race has forgotten the beauty of meaning much by saying little. Now tongues work all day by themselves with no help from the mind.
I was lucky to live in the 20th century, when gefilte fish could be purchased in a jar.
I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.
In its essence, a meal is a creative act that has its genesis in the mind of someone who cares enough to plan it, gather ingredients and labor over its creation.
In geometry, whenever we had to find the area of a circle, pi * radius squared, I would get really hungry for pie. Square pie.
Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.