My love for you has no depth, its boundaries are ever-expanding. My love and my life with you will be a never-ending story. My love with you is never-ending
What a sight there is in that "smile!" it changes like a chameleon. There is a vacant smile, a cold smile, a smile of hate, a satiric smile, an affected smile; but, above all, a smile of love.
I live for art. I love entertaining people, making them smile and think. I love to know that a little piece of what they see, read or what they listen to is something that they can think about or see the world in a different way. Art is never-ending and I’d like to leave something that survives me when I’ll die.
True love never has a happy ending, because there is no ending to true love.
People say, like, "I love when you smile because part of your mouth goes up," then I never organically smile again.
It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.
Daybreak is a never-ending glory; getting out of bed is a never ending nuisance.
The Eucharist is a never-ending sacrifice. It is the Sacrament of love, the supreme love, the act of love.
Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.
With its onslaught of never-ending choices, never-ending supply of relationships and obligations, the attention economy bulldozes the natural shape of our physical and psychological limits and turns impulses into bad habits.
A lover makes you smile like children smile. That smile that was only meant for you. The half smile. The big shiny smile full of teeth and white enamel and pink gums. The smile that fades in the distance as I drive away in a taxi again.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. It's a never ending study, once we have learned to love, we will learn to live. Love creates an 'us' without destroying a 'me!'
Then I saw her smile so close to my eye that there was nothing to see but the smile and the thought came into my head that I’d never been inside a smile before. Who’d have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at once
Not every effort at loving difficult people will have a positive ending... We don't love people in hopes of a happy ending. We love them because it's the right thing to do.
A smile is often the key thing.One is paid with a smile. One is rewarded with a smile. One is brightened by a smile. And the quality of a smile can make one die.
True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.