Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it’s over.

I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.

How far should a person go in the name of true love?

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

Yes… it wasn’t over, it still isn’t over.

If you’re a bird… I’m a bird…

He was the toast to her butter.