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It is good, to stand for Time.

I told you, you're my black pearl. When i first set eyes on you in the servant's hall I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

It's a house. No more and no less. There isn't a structure on earth that could last forever. But a family goes on." -Leo

It's piles and piles of emotional homework forever if you ever want to qualify as a grown-up

It's an ember forever burning in my heart. It's a reminder Caleb will live forever.

I tucked the Camel coupon from his cigarette pack into my pocket. A souvenir of the moment where he said maybe. I would hold on to his maybe for as long as it would take, even forever.

It's true. The storms won't last forever. The nasty weather will never last. There is always that light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s like forever, always changing.

It was just a lie that seemed real. It was a promise that was never meant to be true. The forever that had a deadline. It felt like falling in love, but it was falling in a heartbreak café!

I've been a fugitive from reality since forever.

I've come to the conclusion that, although unintentional, these parts of me that hurt now will be tender forever.

I’ve never been the one. Not for anybody.” He closed the distance between them. “You’ll get used to it.” He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. “Why? Why am I the one?” “Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

I've only got forever and forever is fine

It was as if someone had left the bird there as a kind of telegram of feathers, oily feathers that looked like they’d struggled, shuttered a little before letting go into flight forever.

It was in the horizon of existence, that the Big Bang must have created our souls, we loved each other like the plane of time doesn't hold a fleck of control over us.

I want all of you, forever everyday. You and me everyday.

I want the fever to grab me forever and want you to be my fever.

I want a forever with you

I've written you sixty-seven love poems. Here’s another one for you. But really, for me. These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me. I place this candle here and another there so even if the stars have argued with the moon and are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me. Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us? Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect? I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of love if by lighting these candles our own flame loses its brightness? I know the good is more than the bad. Much more. I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

I’ve seen her in the middle of the night and the middle of the day, with makeup and without, with her hair done up and when it’s been unwashed for days. I’ve seen her in jeans and in silk and in nothing. I would gladly spend the rest of my life just looking at her.

I’ve wanted many things in my life until I met you. Then I wanted nothing … except you. My existence is for you…” he looks at Ocean “… every part of you. Never doubt my love for you. If I’m breathing, I’m loving you. Only you … always you … forever you.

I want to be that person who knows your nightmares as well as your dreams. Who knows what makes you cry and how to make sure I stop it each time from happening. The first one you call when you have good news. The first one you see applauding for you, when there’s a queue.

I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that was no more bad than wind and sea and sand lying side by side forever. It was made of all the warm long days together at the beach, and the humming quiet days of droning education at the school. All the long Autumn days of the years past when I carried her books home from school.

What's this? This mourning is mine forever.

I went closer this time and touched him. He let out a deafening shriek, as if something had pierced into his heart. I held his hand and sat there, admiring the intricate network of life on them. The creases and folds in his body were testament to the cruelty that he had been subjected to in this world. The watery eyes screamed of the pain, the agonising wait to leave this godforsaken place forever, that had given him nothing but pleadings for mercy.

I will do everything I can to be the man that you want, the man that the seven-year-old you used to dream about. I will bring you flowers, I’ll take care of you when you’re sick, I’ll give you space when you need it and I’ll never leave your side when you want someone there. I want to be better than I am because of you, Paisley.

I will keep on loving you until eternity comes to make me love you more

I will never find in others what I have found in you.

I will love you forever and that's my vow. I say we can live in the dreams we made And since you built 'em, I know they'll never fade.

I wished I could stay forever, in this moment. Like in one of those plastic snowballs, one little moment frozen in time.

Live each day as if it were your last; love each day as if you will live forever.

I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!

Live a daily life being grateful enough to live forever.

I was also pointing out that she is right. I still love you.” “You still love me?” “I’m still here, aren’t I?” he asked rhetorically. “You were my first love, Traning Bra. That kind of thing could last forever if you let it. I don’t really have any intention of stopping it. That call is all on you. Until then, I love you.

Looking back, I now see that I was exaggerating. “Forever” was a big word for a seven-year-old. But feeling unimportant does feel like forever.

Living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind, the forever ongoing task of explaining this and that, and why I don’t want to look like this and be like that but still here I am and if this is the body I’ve been given I’m sure as hell gonna make it work.

Long after you have reached the end of your natural span, part of you will dwell within me . . . as I shall be in you to the last of your days and even after.

Love from novels isn't true love: it ends where it should begin. True love, deep love, grows up with time, throughout days of dullness and days of storms. It leaves in one's heart a rainbow of tenderness and forgiveness which illuminates forever the beloved one.

Love is strange mutual agreement in which qualities of one person gets sopped up by another person...

Love is selflessly honest, even if it comes from deception.

Love the moment for its simplicity, it may give or take nothing from you, but in the blinking of an eye it will have change so many things forever.

Love makes you do, the best of things. Love makes you do, the worst of things, It's a feeling extreme, that doesn't exist in between.

Love someone and they're yours forever

Macy: “In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” Wes: “How do you win?” he asked Macy: “That,” I said, “is such a boy question.

Loving me is like entering a dungeon with a lot of doors. I cannot guarantee you that you will get the key of every door you come across, I cannot tell you which door leads you where and what is behind it, I cannot assure you that you will head back out again the way you came in. All I can say is if you manage to open every right door and the last one too, I will make you one of my secrets forever, you will see and feel things that you have never come across, which will never let you leave again from the paradise that you have reached.

Make me a weapon,” I whispered as he pulled away. “Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.

Maisha tunayoishi ni mafupi, maisha ya mbinguni ni ya milele. Fundisha familia yako upendo na hofu ya Mungu, kwani hiyo ndiyo akili kushinda zote. Hekima ya kutunza familia inapatikana katika kitabu cha Mithali cha Agano la Kale.

…Man’s heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink.” - The Narrator.

Mary. If you were real I'd run away with you forever.

Maybe that was one of the problems with these men who lived forever, they'd built up an immunity or resistance to affection. Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized the value of distance, of not losing one's self completely to love.