I wish somebody had told me love does not die, that we can continue to receive and give love after death.
I believe That angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave
I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead. (I know dead people, and you are not dead.)
Look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies for you see, love like starlight never dies
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
Life has to end, love doesn't.
For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.
In the harshest place on Earth, ... love finds a way.
If it's possible to send a message from heaven, I'll get one to you.
Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss in every corner, scuffing the dust and the cat. Love rises like bread as we go bust.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it
Your love is your love. It doesn't matter whether you're 18 or 68; there can still be someone that makes you feel that way.
You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other.
Love that endures, from life that disappears!
I don't believe love goes away just because you're buried in a casket.
The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.
