Not there are unforgivable cakes if not those in which more is not loved

When it loves, you discover in you one such wealth,
much dolcezza, affection, not to believe not to know a lot to love.

To love is: not to have the sun that has all.
It is had just.

Only who knows the love has caught up the greatest culture,
collecting the most fabulous treasures.
Tasting the beautifulr joys.

A tear says more of every word. The tear has a great value: she is the sister of the smile.

The celestial love is one drop, fall in the goblet of the life, in order to moderate of the bitterness.

Love is not to watch itself to vicissitude. But to watch with in the same direction.

In the love not there is place for the doubt, but only for the crowds certainty.
That our heart will not never stop to dream.

The hope is the solo well that it joins all the men and also those who does not have nuller still possesses it.

In the misfortune the human force is only asserted.
And the fidelity of the love is only experienced in the storm.

Not to dance in a hurry. The time is little.
Music will not last to along. When you run too much in a hurry in order to
catch up whichever place you get lost the half of the divertimento in order to arrive to us. If six taken care,
if you run for all the day is like if you threw your life in the basket.
The life is not one run, but it goes lived and savoured with calm.
It listens to music before that the song ends.

The love is also to learn to renounce to the other.
To know to say "goodbye" without to leave that your feelings hinder that that probably will be the better thing for color that we love.

A parent test leaves that the sons commit errors. E' well that once every a lot the fingers burn themselves.

Only who falls can give other people's to the edifying show of raising itself.

It is not that the time recovers all but moves the incurable things from the center of our attention.

The moneies do not make the health but not to have them is already one average disease.

Why it tries the joy to outside of you: you do not know that she is born alone in your heart?

The love is like an hourglass, when the heart is filled up empties the brain.

The true love thinks next to the moment and the eternity, never to the duration.

The love is like one hourglass: when it is filled up the heart empties the brain.

The love is being cretini entirety.

The heart has of the reasons of which the reason it does not know null.

Whichever thing you make or dreams to make begins to make it.

In the jealousy, there is more egoismo that love.

The love is the friendship s' meets the love says to the friendship
- but why you exist when there are I that I am therefore large and more fort?
The friendship answers; - why I carry a smile where you have carried suffering.

The UNRIPE LOVE SAYS: I love to you why I have need of you!
The MATURE LOVE SAYS: I have need of you why I love to you.

Why only 10% of the men arrive in paradise? Why otherwise it would be a hell.

Why a man cannot be pretty and intelligent? why otherwise woman would be one.

When someone loves to us...il way that it has to say our name is various. We know that it is our name and to the sure one in that mouth.

The love is when someone makes you of the evil and you six much angry one but do not scream in order not to make it to cry.

The love is that thing that makes us sorridere when we are tires.

It never does not have to say "I love to you" if it is not vero.Ma if it is true, must say it many times...the persons forget.

The love is like the wind, is born, grows, s' infuriates, s' impenna, dies slowly but it always leaves ovunque traces of its passage.

You put the right hand on the left shoulder and the left hand on the skillful shoulder now you tighten strongly that you can.
E' mine I embrace.

The kiss makes more young person the heart and cancels the age.

To love is not to have more the sun that has all. it is had just.

The love is activity. If it is loved actively it is loved. If one attends it lives passively, and only disappointments are received.

To love is to put our happiness in the happiness of an other.

The kisses put to knot the heart and dress the love.

Kisses: words that cannot be written.

To provoke a smile it is nearly always an other smile.

The value of a man measure from the little things that creates, does not give the many assets that it accumulates kahlil gibran.

And which thing of strange that is felt within to the stomach, like a hard sandstone that presses: it is not pain, is the that beautifulst feeling...is the love.

The true love has not never known measure.

You enjoy the small great things why when you turn yourself you will only notice how much erono.

An ended love is like "loves to you" written on a clouded glass that slowly it goes via leaving the halo of a beautifulst memory.

Six like the sea that also breaking up against the scogli finds always the courage of riprovarci!

You cannot hate who you have loved: it would be a full hatred of love.

You cannot enter in the life of someone and say: " Excuse, is mistaken to me".

Love, is a word that is attempted to suffocate, but knows to swim.

To love is to put your happiness, in the hands of qualcun other.

Every one has a hut in the heart where every time is sheltered that the ioggia of the life falls too much strongly.

Not to never change: you would acquire aulcosa that many have, but would lose that that you have only!.

Better a sassolino donated with love that a diamond donated for must!

To love and to die are two faces of the same medal: when one turns you the shoulders other watches to you in face!

It loves who loves to you, not to love who it escapes to you, it would be a love that destroys to you.

Better to suffer in order then to gioire that to be deceived in order then to die.

To dream to times and best that living. But when the dream vanishes not you it remains that living,
why living only you have the possibility to still dream!

In love it is easier to renounce to a feeling that to renounce to a habit.

The heart has its reasons that the reason ignores.

The supreme ability is in knowing the value of the things.

The optimist sees only the rose and not the thorns, the fixed pessimist the thorns and forgetting the rose.
Kahlil Gibran.