Vivek Wishes Collection - Page 9

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it''s compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.

Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion
that each include the other,
each is enriched by the other.

If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.

Love is a sign from the heavens that you are here for a reason.

It is a lovely thing to have a husband and wife developing together and having the feeling of falling in love again. That is what marriage really means: helping one another to reach the full status of being persons, responsible and autonomous beings who do not run away from life.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Blood may be thicker than water, but love is thicker than anything.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Oh, Jacques, we''re used to each other, we''re a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we''ve grown used to each other. That''s what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

The courses of true love never did run smooth.

We find rest in those we love, and we provide a resting place in ourselves for those who love us.

The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.

Love is as strict as acting. If you want to love somebody, stand there and do it. If you dont dont. There are no other choices.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

It is true that love is blind but marriage is definitely an eye-opener.

Why are men like cars?
Because they always pull out before they check to see if anyone else is cumming.

Yo mama''s so stupid she can''t pass a blood test.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Why do women get periods?
Because they deserve them.

How do you tell an old man?
It isn''t hard.

Sign on a church bulletin board: You aren''t too bad to come in, You aren''t good enough to stay out.

Men are like plungers: They spend most of their time in the hardware store or the bathroom.

Men are like fine wine: They all start out as grapes, and it is your job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you''d want to have with dinner.