Leo Buscaglia

Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.

Love creates an ‘us’ without destroying a ‘me’.

If you can’t hurt with me, don’t flirt with me.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.

Love can be hard. Love requires you to be kind when you are angry, patient when you feel anxious, compassionate when you judge others, caring when you feel apathetic, trust when you’ve been wronged, let go when you want to hold on, know that the other person is you, take risks when you’re scared, to always see the lesson and never look back once you’ve decided. – Jackson Kiddard

I have never had trouble to love others, but loving myself was difficult. For years I didn’t like myself, so how could I love myself. It has taken time, and still there is a way to go, but I can say, not only do I like myself, but also care about myself enough to start loving myself too.

To get rid of an enemy one must love him.

To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

Love creates an ‘us’ without destroying a ‘me’.

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.

I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you’re missing is my body.

I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, ’til our wide eyes burn blind.