Anger, for love is unmanageable.
Love gave everything, but still rich.
Fanatical love always not persistent.
Real love stories never have endings.
Courage, such as love, need hope to nourish.
For them, love can be replaced.
All love can be love conquer of constancy.
Love is not only rich and colorful, but also feast for the eyes.
Selective is killing love; All things are not too picky.
When poverty come in from outside, love slip away from the window.
Beauty can inspire people’s feelings, love is to purify the mind.
Habit is everything, even in love.
Love is the essence of friendship, is the medicine of the love letter.
People don’t like tooth extraction from my heart to love.
Love, just follow the intuition, has nothing to do with money or moral.
Who have no true love, only love at first sight.
The eyes are the precursors of first announced a tender love story.
Love, too, I hope. Can not, my life, that’s all.
Only on the basis of love marriage is ethical.
In the field of love, I have discovered a new continent.
Love is buried deep in the heart, not live in between lips.
Love give a person with wisdom, and it often borrow wisdom and support.
Without a profound love, life is wasted.
Love makes people forget time, time makes people forget love.
Love is a foreign guest cheerfully, is outside of self.
You can look at other people’s face, but please trust me this heart.
Days old, feeling difficult; In the heart like double screen, thousands knot.
Brokenhearted time, as if suddenly understand the meaning of all love songs.
In my world, you still pure, dirty is the world.
Give me a promise, I won’t go anywhere, standing right here waiting for you.
In the love, beauty is not a fickle is rush. Rather than rush, fickle!
Loneliness is not innate, but by the moment you love is on the individual.
The deepest love is not necessarily the most suitable for yourself, the most suitable for their own, not necessarily the most love.
If love inside calculation combined with nothing to do with it, that is not true love.
How many people heard I love you, until the last into the arms of others, oneself also become the past.
Drench the air after the rain, tired of sadness, my memory of the fairy tale has slowly melting.
This is a law of friendship: once a suspect from the front door into the, love will slip through the back door.
Between man and man, than is “worth”. Between a woman and woman, than is “worth”.
I admit that there is no more than to love the pain, no more happy than to serve it.
All my life looking and searching, looking for the love of friends, beauty from the side walk in a hurry, but love sentient beings, has no intention, who can be together.