The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
And remember, as it was written, to love another person is to see the face of God.
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard but must be felt with the heart.
To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything.
I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
In order to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy.
Maybe the only vow we ever need to offer the one we love is this: I will never, not for a sliver of a second, make you feel alone.
There’s no substitute for a great love who says, ‘No matter what’s wrong with you, you’re welcome at this table.
I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.