I love you without knowing how or when or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

My greatest privilege is being married to a gentle loving husband. I am very grateful God made our path cross.

If loving him meant losing me, then loving him was not enough anymore.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

Loving someone means losing a part of myself.

You just need a loving heart and inside your loving heart you are never poor.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.