If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.

To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.

I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.

Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.

If I could bronze my love, it’d be worthy of a silver medal.

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.

I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?

I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.

We had an unspoken love for one another. Probably because she’d never talk to me or return my phone calls or texts.

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

What happened?" he asked brusquely, interrupting me. "What do you mean, what happened?""I sensed your fear, heard you call out my

Filling up your soul with the depths of your own thoughts, that's just extraordinarily progressive.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

Are we letting the world influence the church more than the church is affecting those in the world?

I do not need to love you to prove that I love myself!!

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.

It's a humbling experience for me to be in this position.

Learn much of the Lord Jesus. For every look at yourself, take ten looks at Christ. He is altogether lovely.

I'm old school. I was taught that ice was for bourbon, not for your arm.

I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.