God gives us enemies so we will appreciate those who love us.

The easiest way to get someone to love you, is love them first.

Love is like a boomerang, each time you send it out, it comes back to you.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

I'm not a fan of people romanticizing their loved ones in death.

Weekend is pointless unless you spend it with your loved ones...