I Love You More Than Anything Quotes

I love you more than the safety of my life.
I love you more than the prettiest moments of my life.
I love you more than the whole period of human life.
I love you more than the possibility to enjoy this life.
I love you more than the beating of my heart.
I love you more than every breath.
I love you more than hope in any difficult situation.
I love you more than every day of my life.
I love you more than forever.
I love you more than I need to breathe.
I love you more than being alive.
I love you more than the ability to live.
I love you more than sunsets and dawns.
I love you more than the day I was born.
I love you more than love.

You Are My Everything

You are my everything when it comes to the matter of love,
surely you are an angel of God in disguise, sent from on high, from above.
I have made a place for you in my heart for you to dwell for all our days,
it is here my sweetheart, my lover, that I hope you decide always to stay.

I never had even half a clue what love was until you came into my life,
I thank the highest powers on a regular everyday basis for you, my wife.
The way in which you love me despite my faults is something like magic,
a phenomenon to live a day without you,
would be a life that felt utterly wholly incomplete and wrong.

First Kisses are always sweet

I was in 1st year of college when I knew him and he was in his 3rd year of high school. We became close because of one thing and that was "Love."

The End of Everything

You breathe down my neck.

I can't stand it. I whirl around to face you, anger evident in my eyes.

You are not fazed. You expected it.

Was it only last night I saw you with that other girl? Making out at a bar, acting like you were the only two people left on the planet.

What you mean to me

My mind is longing for love,
A love my heart just found.
Words will not describe!
The emotions I feel inside.

Why I Love You

You give to me hope
And help me to cope
When life pulls me down
You bring me around

The Weight of Love

I once was asked concerning love versus hate

Why does it seem that hate is so great?

While hate is a very strong emotion too

Nothing can equal love that is true

My only love story

These days, I'm always on my own.
Except for a few close friends, I'm mostly alone.
Even in the office, I restrict myself to just doing my work.
I'm not bothered to be too friendly with anybody. I'm not even interested in cultivating "connection" with the bosses as I have no ambition to "move up" in the organization. As long as they pay my salary and not bother me too much, I'm fine.

One in a million : REWIND – Love Short Story

From FEB 24 2010 17:46 – the REST OF MY LIFE There I was, lost forever, trapped and without a choice, holding my head in one hand and the ring on the other. Crying my heart out but I could not produce a sound. All hopes were lost. The tears in my face were covered by the rain drops. I was the one who always told her that I never wanted anyone to see me cry. But then now I wish she would open her eyes at least to see me cry and tell me not to cry.

Love Note after Twelve Years

Life had changed for me. I never realized it. Moonlight walk changed into late night strategy workshops. Candlelight dinner turned into business meetings. Sweet and short phone calls from her transformed into long hour teleconferences. Gifts were no more priority now — there should be some tangible return whatever we invest, after all. Spending even 5 dollars on bouquet for Valentine’s Day seemed meaningless — you would lose at least half an hour searching parking space in downtown.

A SWEET LOVE STORY

It’s evening 5′O clock, I standing on the bridge waiting for my friend who planned for a movie.

Its was very pleasant and lovely climate which made my heart lite. I started roaming on the bridge and thinking about my friend is he come or not. Suddenly I surprised a girl crossed my sight, I turn around and watched her she was very beautiful,charming and cute.

The Last of the Romantics

The last of the romantics,
Last of a dying breed.
A rose held in a tight grip-
A present for the thought
Of the one he loves.

First Love

​Marielle ♥ dominus ♥​​

  Belle post in front of the camera. She's wearing a black lacy lingerie in contrast to her long black hair and fair skin. She's called "The Sex Goddess" and almost all male fantasized about her. She has lots of billboards everywhere and calendars all around. She's a diamond in the modeling world.

The photographer called a wrap after a few minutes. Jack, her manager came to her and gave her a robe. She smiled and thanked him.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Totally, hungry. I can't believe this shoot was shot for hours." she grumbled. "My stomach is killing me. Do you have any food there?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, didn't bring any. Let's eat together."

"I can't. I have to go home. Mom's waiting," she pouted her lips. "I'm so hungry."

"Eat first." Jack urged.

"No, I'll be fine." she said with a sigh. "I'll just change and head to mom's place and I'll eat there. She probably cooked a lot. Want to come with me?"

"Nope, girlfriend waiting." he grinned at her.

She laughed. "Fine, I'll go alone. Don't kill yourself if I die out of hunger on the way."

He rolled his eyes. "As if. Don't overreact, girl."

Staring Me In The Face

Glynis Gertsch

Staring Me In The Face

The tray didn't just hit the floor. It crashed and smashed his lunch to pieces. Serves you damn well right, I thought. You were staring again.
     He stood stock-still and looked down at the food. Suddenly I got up and moved towards him. I hadn't intended to, hadn't wanted to help him. I called to the woman behind the counter. She closed her mouth and brought a cloth to clean up the mess. I picked up crockery, put it on the tray. There was a soppy stain on his trousers and through it you could see just how bony his knees were. Like the rest of him. All bones, dangling jacket and hanging trousers. Stooped shoulders and mile-long arms. Then he smiled at me. A wonderful smile that creased up his worn face and totally surprised me.

Highway Time

Jennifer Jenkinson

The big older Pontiac sped along eating up mile upon mile of highway. The driver slouched indolently behind the wheel, his left elbow resting comfortably on the car window fingers steadying the wheel but not gripping it, tapping in time to the classic rock on the radio. His right hand gripped the wheel at almost the top, but even that grip was relaxed, almost lazy. His rich hazel eyes were hidden behind aviator style sunglasses. He had a strong chin with a neatly trimmed goatee which matched his equally neatly trimmed short black hair.
     The highway he was on stretched the length of the country, The Trans-Canada Highway, and he was driving west from the prairies towards the West Coast. The Rocky Mountains stretched before him, running north to south, like an impenetrable barrier. But Evan Kirby knew better; the highway found its winding way through mountain passes across the continental divide over several ranges ending in the Pacific Coastal Range and the sea. There by the sea, on the great Fraser River Delta which two million or more souls called home, lay Vancouver: a port city, a crossroads of the world. But the draw there for Evan was the rich and bountiful entertainment industry. Evan Kirby was a guitar player. He had played with an assortment of bands in prairie towns and cities but, drawn to classic rock and the new innovative sounds coming out of some of the west coast studios, had decided to try his luck in Vancouver. After all, he had reasoned, the weather's warmer there too.

Blues in the Night

Jennifer Jenkinson

It was a bright sunny afternoon with a fresh breeze blowing from the northeast. The small sloop was making a series of very short tacking maneuvers as it made its way gingerly up the narrow channel.
     The forest marched down the steep rocky hillsides to abruptly meet the sea below on both shores. The tiny but sturdy craft was tossed precariously by the rip tides created in the close waterway. The sole occupant reset her grip on the tiller and brought the sloop around in yet another tack headed toward a little niche in the eastern shoreline. She was kneeling in the boat's compact cockpit watching carefully ahead for any telltale clues on the water that dangerous rocks lay just out of sight below the surface. She held her course on a starboard tack until she was just past a rocky spur which broke the forest cover and actually spilled over into the sea.

Return to Paradise

Eliza Riley

Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.
     She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.

The Story Of Cinderella

The story of Cinderella is ancient, and there are variations in many countries. The most common version was translated from Charles Perrault's "Cendrillon", which first appeared in 1697.

A Dream Come True...

It was a cold winter night and my girlfriend and I were standing outside watching for shooting stars. We would both spot one and make a wish. After we were done, we went inside. She decided that she wanted to take a shower. While she was in the shower I had something else in mind. I lit candles in her room, made the bed and put a white rose on her pillow.

Story of Regret

There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.

Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. Hence, he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his girlfriend whenever she came back. That went on for several years and every year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. Therefore, whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy.