Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms.
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.
You don't love someone because they are perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.