Do You Love Me Quotes

I’m in love with mary jane. she’s my main thing. she makes me feel alright. she makes my heart sing. and when I’m feeling low, she comes as no suprise. turns me on with her love, takes me to paradiiiiise do you love me mary jane, yeah now do you think you love me mary jane don’t you play no game.

All songs have a message whether it’s I love you, do you love me or this government sucks in a basic format and then you expand upon your beliefs and your thinking process about what’s going on around you in the world.

Do you love me Hero?” His pale green eyes were full of torment. “Do you love me like I love you?

Do you love me for me?… I don’t even love me for me.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Do you love me? Means at last do you see the same truth I see? If you do, we are happy together; but when presently one of us passes into the perception of a new truth, we are divorced and the force of all nature cannot hold us to each other.

How much do you love me?’ Midori asked. ‘Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,’ I said.

Emerson said, Do you love me? means Do you see the same truth?-Or at least, “Do you care about the same truth?

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

Once a man has won a woman’s love, the love is his forever. He can only lose the woman.

Do you love me? What? Do you? I love you. I don’t know if I trust you. Maybe you shouldn’t do either. Maybe I’m the one who should decide!

“Who am I, that you should love me?” “You are My Queen,” said Eugenides. She sat perfectly still, looking at him without moving as his words dropped like water into dry earth. “Do you believe me?” he asked. “Yes,” she answered. “Do you love me?” “Yes.” “I love you.” And she believed him.

Do you love me?” he asked. I fell silent. “For the rest of it is glitter and noise,” he said. “At the heart of it all is love. You make that choice, and you go forward from there.

There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. ‘How much do you love me?’ And, ‘Who’s in charge?’ Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief, and suffering.

Do you love me, do you wanna be my friend?

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

Moon, moon, when you leave me alone all the darkness is an utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonable never to touch. But I love you. Do you love me. What to say when you see me.