Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
Slash ColemanMots clés life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts adventurer lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
Slash ColemanMots clés life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity adventure loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
Love is a disease – ultimately you get sick of each other
Amit AbrahamMots clés lovers-quarrels love-hurts lovers-love-story
I hate everything about you that you do and love everything you don’t
Amit AbrahamMots clés love-hurts lovers-love-story hate-to-love
(وأعرف ماذا سيحصل.. ستتألم.. ستبكي... ستثور.. ستعاتبه.. ستتخاصم معه... ستلعنه.. و... و... ستستمر علاقتهما
كوليت الخوريMots clés lovers-love-story
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'
So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.
'A word with you, that of the singer recalling--
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'
We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
Mots clés roses lovers-love-story abandoned-house
I'm going to fall in love with him. I'm going to be head over heels and my stomach is going to hurt every time he walks into a room. I'm going to worry about him whenever he isn't there, and there are going to be times where I'll hate him. Because that's what love is. It's a kaleidoscope of emotions, all sorts of different colors blending together into one.
C.M. StunichMots clés love inspirational-love fall-in-love lovers-love-story
I LOVE PEN PAL
Love MaiaMots clés lovers-love-story
For the first time in my whole damn life I can look into a girls eyes and find her looking right back at me. Not passed me. Not around me. Into me.
Marilyn GreyMots clés inspirational lovers-love-story
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