Quotes About Love

I belong with her, wherever that may be.

Friendship," said Christopher Robin, "is a very comforting thing to have.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered." Winnie-the-Pooh

Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So today is my new favorite day.

Promise you won't forget me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.

Forever isn't long at all, Christopher, as long as I'm with you.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying good-bye so hard

Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!" "So do I," said Pooh.

Walking with her man, Lost in a dream

You gave me Christopher Robin, and then You breathed new life in Pooh. Whatever of each has left my pen Goes homing back to you. My book is ready, and comes to greet The mother it longs to see -- It would be my present to you, my sweet, If it weren't your gift to me.

But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." ~ Alan Alexander Milne

We'll be friends forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. 'Even longer.' Pooh answered.

When you love what you have, you have everything you need.

Do go and see, Owl. Because Pooh hasn't got very much brain, and he might do something silly, and I do love him so, Owl. Do you see, Owl?

If there ever comes a day where we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever.

Puchatku! - Co, Prosiaczku? - Nic - rzek? Prosiaczek, bior?c Puchatka za ?apk?. - Chcia?em si? tylko upewni?, czy jeste?.

Hide me inside you, where the sweetest things are hidden, between the roots of roses and spices

There's this to say of love and breath -- They give a man a taste for death.

You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.

The half-moon westers low, my love, And the wind brings up the rain; And wide apart lie we, my love, And seas between the twain. I know not if it rains, my love, In the land where you do lie; And oh, so sound you sleep, my love, You know no more than I.

Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.