If you are pro love, you have to be a little bit disloyal to the romantic feelings that propel you in the early days.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
You my friend,I will defend,and if we change well, I love you anyway.
I couldn't love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And I couldn't love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl, that's all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.
That even in its sharpest pangs of pain a dog can still caress its master we have learnt from the studies of vivisectors.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
Love enters the heart unawares: takes precedence of all the emotions--or, at least, will be second to none--and even reflection becomes its accomplice. While it lives, it renders blind; and when it has struck its roots deep only itself can shake them. It reminds one of hospitality as practiced among the ancients. The stranger was received upon the threshold of the half-open door, and introduced into the sanctuary reserved for the Penates. Not until every attention had been lavished upon him did the host ask his name; and the question was sometimes deferred till the very moment of departure.
Logic doesn't really provide for loyalty. If your logic changes suddenly and things not make sense, you can alter your allegiance, but love stops you from being able to do that.
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
It is very difficult, it is perhaps impossible, for someone who loves his mother to love the woman whom your father left her for.
Love often wears a mask in order to test loyalty.
As a girl, I am this stupid, emotional, very loyal, sort of believe-in-values-and-principals sort of girl.
Love is blind. My politics has been, too. I think you can fall in love with ideas, and you can fall in love with people. It's a very subjective experience. And I'm loyal to that experience.
One's sentiments -- call them that -- one's fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or, worse still, when one betrays them does one realize their power.
Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeeds true friends you are That do not leave your left friend at the wurst, But, as you with my breast, I oft have nurst So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.
If a man is truly in love, the most beautiful woman in the world couldn't take him away. Maybe for a few days, but not forever.
Regardless of whether I can shift my affections to another - and the heart, as you observed, is a notoriously fickle beast - the question remains: should I?
Patriotism is something I wear in my heart not on my head.
I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.
Tiffany and I are great friends, and I appreciate all that she is doing for me now. But she is not you. I still love you, Nikki. And you can’t control or alter true love.
Listen, I'm always going to defend my character, even when she's doing something that I don't approve of, because that's what you have to do to love them and play them.
