Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

I saw that giving even all my life to God (supposing it possible to do this and go no further) would profit me nothing unless I gave my heart, yea, all my heart, to Him.

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

Love is like water; We can fall in it. We can drown in it. And we can't live with out it.

For he who loves must live.