He was a loving caring kid. He loved everybody, there was no hate in him.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

She just wound up caring and loving the wrong person.

Looking after a very sick child was the Olympics of parenting.

If dual torment is to be my one condition,
both of loving and being loved I would quit.

Love is like a boomerang, each time you send it out, it comes back to you.