We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.