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You are a song I could listen to over and over again although I'm convinced it had played in my head a many times before

You are enough, you are worth it, Worth every ballad, worth every word, every action.

You are me and I am you. We are two bodies but one soul!

You are me and I am you. I don't feel you are separate from me!

You are me and I am you. We are two bodies one Soul!

You are mine, and I am thine, and no power on earth shall make it otherwise.

You are my favorite book. I immerse myself in your story and fall in love with each page. I will never be able to truly express to you how much I admire and cherish who you are. Nor will I be able to articulate the level of honor I feel to find myself included amongst the pages being written with each passing day. I love you. Thank you.

You are my only prize; the kids are a bonus.' Baba had a way of reassuring Mama of how much she meant to him. Their love story inspired all of us; they exemplified everything that was beautiful about marriage. They worked together as a team, they complemented one another. The sacrifices were many, but they never kept count.

You asked what my intentions are, Mrs. Brenner, and I would like to answer your question.” Dibs opened his mouth as if preparing to argue and she glared at him from across the table. Did he really think not to let her state her case in front of his family? He snapped his mouth shut and briskly rubbed a palm across his forehead before tossing that same hand in the air. “My intentions are these.” She gathered her thoughts, folding her hands in her lap. “When David is sad, I intend to make him happy. When he is ill, I intend to make him well. When he is angry or upset, I intend to listen and find the words to make him feel better. When he is depressed, I intend to bring him joy, and when he is hurt, I intend to find the source of his pain and take it away from him.” She bridged the distance to Dibs’s devoted gaze, and radiant love crested the last barricade surrounding her heart. “You see, Mr. and Mrs. Brenner, I’m in love with your son. But I don’t want anything from him. You don’t need to worry because my only intention is to give to him. That’s the way it’s supposed to be when you love someone, isn’t it? To think only of their needs, instead of your own?” She broke off from Dibs and faced his mother. “Those are my intentions, Mrs. Brenner. I hope you find them satisfactory.

You can choose being with someone who loves you or being with someone always thinks you are an Idiot but guess what you will always keen to choose being an idiot than being loved truely

You can choose being with someone who loves you or being with someone always thinks you are an Idiot but guess what you will always be keen to choose being an idiot than being truly loved

You can choose being with someone who loves you or being with someone always thinks you are an Idiot but guess what you will always be keen to choose being an idiot than being loved truly

You can never say ‘I love you’ enough, and the people you love can never hear it too much. Say it warmly, say it often.

You cannot free someone who is caged in their own self.

You can't find the love you truly want until you live the life you truly love because it is by living the life you love that you can model to others the love you truly want.

you caught me" Luce said. "I'll always catch you when you fall" said Daniel

You do not find love. It finds you.

You don't appreciate the things that come easy. The things we fight for are the things we keep with us forever.

You flatter me, my prince." Cassius murmured, and Merrick nearly melted at the tender tenor of his voice. "I... I want... Please show me..." "Show you what?" Merrick asked, feathering his lips along his chin. "Show me everything.

You don't always have to understand someone in order to love them.

You don't really love me, or you never would have treated me like you did. You were just afraid of letting me go. There’s a difference, and no one knows that better than I do. We were both afraid of moving on, me of what I really wanted. It brought us together, it bound us, but no longer. I am done with making decisions based on fear. [Nicholas to Grace]

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

You have filled my life with the warmth of your love. My heart, once frozen with betrayal, now beats only for you.

You know home isn’t really about what color your couch is or what you hang on the wall... Home is about knowing you are in the right place with the right people.

You hold in your hands my heart, my soul, and my very being. You are already the Queen of my heart, my love, my true love, my only love.”- Kian, Frost Kisses

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bold; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life.

You know you really love someone when you do not hate them for breaking your heart.True and unconditional love is a song that never ends, never goes away completely. It has its commas, but never a period. You will still always care. And a piece of your heart is forever dedicated to someone you truly loved.

You know you truly love somebody... When they hurt you And you still forgive them And they let you down But you don't leave them And they leave you But you can't help thinking about them

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

You know that you love someone when they are on your mind from the time you awake until the time you fall asleep. That you loved them yesterday as much as you do today and more tomorrow.

You know what?” he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

You love the word love but you don’t really love and you don’t want to love because love, which is really sacrifice, would prevent you from doing what you want to do.

You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

You love her." Jean-Philippe did not- would not- deny it. Pierre sighed. "You're like the sheep, Marine, so stupid. Always you look back at where you've come from, what you've been, what you believe you are, and so you do not see the path you should be taking." "I'm a soldier. I don't get to choose my path." He'd meant for that to stop the argument. It didn't. "You're a soldier, so you follow, yes? Then follow this." Pierre's hard finger jabbed him in the chest, above his heart. "God gave you this. He set it like a light within you, so that you could see it well and know the way to go. You follow this, Marine. Don't look behind.

You might never comprehend my madness. But it stands behind my undying love for you. You're the object of my everything. I’m sorry I’ve been stupid lately.

You must be prepared to sacrifice your self-love to the cause, you must be ready to treat the cause as if it is life itself.

You must have complete faith in your love. Because true love is pure and honest. Do not ever spoil your love by doubting it.

You never forget someone you've loved once.

You?" I start to laugh. "Look at you. You're a knock-out. You're smarter than I am. You're on a career track and you're family-centered and you probably even can balance your checkbook." "And I'm lonely, Cambell." Jewel adds. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has its own zipcode. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PSM. You don't love someone because they're perfect," she says. "You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

You're a strong woman, Annabelle. Stronger than I would have believed." "No, it's my love for you that is strong.

You read all kinds of books and see all kinds of movies about the man who is obsessed and devoted, whose focus is a single solid beam, same as the lighthouse and that intense, too. It is Heathcliff with Catherine. It is a vampire with a passionate love stronger than death. We crave that kind of focus from someone else. We'd give anything to be that "loved." But that focus is not some soul-deep pinnacle of perfect devotion - it's only darkness and the tormented ghosts of darkness. It's strange, isn't it, to see a person's gaping emotional wounds, their gnawing needs, as our romance? We long for it, I don't know why, but when we have it, it is a knife at our throat on the banks of Greenlake. It is an unwanted power you'd do anything to be rid of. A power that becomes the ultimate powerlessness.

You really don't want to be his/her first love. They need to have first fallen in love with Jesus.

You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

Your eyes gave it away. You don't want the old stuff. You want to have the new and improved Well-being, go with the right people and they'll be right for you.

You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it slip let it go say ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile. You’re thinking it shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t be this dark, thinking love could flow easily with no holding back and you’ve seen others find their match and build something great together, of each other, like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great things one by one, always together, and it seems grand. But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone—no more—makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle. You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming garden but that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winter walking home alone and angry but falling asleep thinking you love him. This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need you like you need me and maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castle and you can run from it your whole life but this is here in front of you. Maybe nurture it? Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour or two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle. Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so. Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine.

Your friends mourn your losses with you, because they experience them too. The truth is, no matter how lonely you might feel, you're never going through anything alone.

Your friend mourns your losses with you, because they experience them too. The truth is, no matter how lonely you might feel, you're never going through anything alone.

Your true love for God is demonstrated through your ability to hold onto your faithfulness in the midst of Prosperity and Poverty, Happiness and Hardships, Sickness and Success; in whatever is Appealing or Appalling!

Your prescence in my life adds beauty to my existence!

Your soul can’t inhabit another person’s body.