I find it pretty unsatisfactorily to accept love at first sight, love at a glance, I would rather lust at first sight, which could be much more normal with wanton human feelings strenuous and unnecessary gluttonous desires.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Appearance could be very deceiving, yet it drives two strangers to steamy, on the edge love stories. I do not promote love at first sight. Virtuality, no matter how confusing should not be considered an affection as blood is thicker than water. Then possibly like a twin tower, relationships might reach the sky high by starting from ground zero and upon a firmer, honest and trustworthy foundation. Even in crisis the relation will be hit by supersonic entities, reasons or circumstances but better towers absorb the trials and tribulations, resist and rebound positively from terrors, friends, doom wishers, relatives, or strangers.
He who influences the thought of his times influences the times that follow.
Is it better for a woman to marry a man who loves her than a man she loves? Most successful relationships thrive best on these simple and basic sentiments.
Wear the same kind of sweatshirts.
Yes the idea of toiling together enriches togetherness. A happy marriage perhaps represents the ideal of human relationship, a setting in which each partner, while acknowledging the need of the other, feels free to be what he or she by nature is: a relationship in which instinct as well as intellect can find expression; in which giving and taking are equal; in which each accepts the other.
Have faith that the two of you will always be together. Why not, even be preserved in one urn.
Openly recognize the fact that your sweetheart is intelligent, tell your sweetheart you'd marry your love all over again and pinch your sweetheart's butt.
Give each other a back rub and Pray together.
Write your sweetheart a poem. All that is sweet, delightful, and amiable in this world, in the serenity of the air, the fineness of seasons, the joy of light, the melody of sounds, the beauty of colors, the fragrancy of smells, the splendor our precious stones, is nothing else but Love breaking through the veil of this world, manifesting itself in such a degree and darting forth in such variety so much of its own admiration.
Say ''I love you'' to your sweetheart at least once a day. Stay up all night watching a movie trilogy together and tell your sweetheart that she means more to you than anything in the world.
After a fight, make up before going to sleep, also start traditions for you and your sweetheart, like watching fireworks together or reading each other a story before a goodnight's romp.
Offer to buy your sweetheart a drink. Surprise your sweetheart with the best champagne you can afford.
Ask your sweetheart's friends and family for gift ideas. Make a tape of your sweetheart's favourite music and be extra nice to your sweetheart when she has PMS.
Hide a gift in a place where your sweetheart will eventually stumble upon it.
Cuddle with your sweetheart every day and wash your sweetheart's hair.
Forgive your sweetheart for past mistakes. How cunningly love hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! and sellout a pact not to fight in front of anyoneespecially the kids.
Visit sick people in the hospital together, share with the touch of love and it's magic to heal.
Share a blanket for sharing is an act of God.
Give your sweetheart some lingerie and buy your sweetheart a watch.
Tickle your sweetheart and wipe off those tears of joy with immaculate kisses.
Dance together at home. Remember that special dance is always the last one. You are the music makers, and you are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet you are movers and the shakers of the world forever you make it seems, with a song you and your sweetheart can call ''our song.''
Don't wake up your snoring sweetheart. Find somewhere else to sleep that night.
Give blood together. Wasn't love, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded? Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt?
Let your sweetheart win an argument. Many of us will hold grudges with compromising to situations, when they do arise. Plant and your spouse plants with you; weed and you weed alone.
Wink at your sweetheart. Better still on social networks.
Make one of your sweetheart's dreams come true. There is nothing special than a heaven sent.
Practising reality without the slightest sense of discrimination, Say what you will, making marriage work is a woman's business. The institution was invented to do her homage; it was contrived for her protection. Unless she accepts it as such, as a beautiful, bountiful, but quite unequal association, the going will be hard indeed.
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