My love life doesn't stink; it's nonexistent.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life stinks, but that doesn't mean you don't enjoy it.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
I have this desire to have this immaculate form of love that really doesn't exist, so my obsession goes on through life and I never find it and I end up miserable. But it makes me a better writer.
I'm afraid love may not exist the way I want it to.
My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
The love of my life? I'm much too young to answer that question.
Never love something so much that you can't let go of it.
When you love something, it never goes away.
My love life is like everyone else's - great, and then terrible.