If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.

In our minds, love and lust are really separated. It's hard to find someone that can be kind and you can trust enough to leave your kids with, and isn't afraid to throw her man up against the wall and lick him from head to toe.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

I love to hit people. I love to.