Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

If you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything.

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as don't deserve me at my best.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.