Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Love is not a matter of counting the days. It's making the days count.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
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