what do kids think about it?

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and 

 paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all 

 the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' 

 Rebecca- age 8

 

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. 

You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' 

Billy - age 4

 

'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your 

French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' 

Chrissie  - age 6

'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' 

Terri - age 4

 

'Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a 

sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' 

Danny - age 7

'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of 

kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mummy 

and Daddy are like that.' 

Emily - age 8

'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop 

opening presents and listen.' 

Bobby - age 7

 

'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a 

friend who you hate,' 

Nikka - age 6 

 

'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it 

everyday.' 

Noelle - age 7

  

'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I 

looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and 

smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' 

 Cindy - age 8

'My mummy loves me more than anybody You don't see anyone else 

kissing me to sleep at night.'

 Clare - age 6

 

 'Love is when Mummy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' 

Elaine-age 5

 

'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he 

is handsomer than Robert Redford.' 

Chris - age 7

 

'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him 

alone all day' 

Mary Ann - age 4

 

 

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little 

stars come out of you.' 

 Karen - age 7

 

 

'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if 

you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' 

Jessica - age 8

 

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked 

about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest 

was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old 

child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had 

recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy 

went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just 

sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, 

the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry'

questions

If you're given a choice between money & sex appeal, take the money. As you get older, the money will become your sex appeal.

Before you criticise someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes.

The stupid niether forgive nor froget. The naive forgive & forget. The wise forgive but do not forget.

A woman should hold onto her youth, but not while he's driving.

Show me someone who never gossips and I'll show you someone who isn't interested in people.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

A wise woman will always let her husband have her way.

The best way to get revenge on a man that you hate is to marry him.

Money can't buy you happiness, but it buys you the sort of misery that you can live with.

Faith can move mountains... she's a pretty big girl.

Some where on this earth, every 10 seconds, a woman gives birth to a child. We must find this woman & stop her at once.

If you want to know how old a woman is, ask her sister-in-law.

The best way to lose weight is to put the handle of the fridge two inches from the ground.

Marry an archaeologist- the older you get, the more interested in you he is.

I don't know the difference between ignorance & apathy & I don't care.

who invented love?

The cursor blinks every beat and in my head I know I have to put my fingers on the buttons and start asking myself questions that I will never erase from my head.. Answers I will never get, time I will never get back.. Answers, questions.. Time.. My eyes are red and tired, and I can still smell you on my pillow and my skin. Im not in pain. I have this weird glance of light inside of me.. Everything that defines me smiles. I don’t. Im scared.
Who started love.. Who thought of it? Is it divine or a product of human creativity..? Is love an idea, a state of mind or just something that someone invented to make himself feel happier by letting himself fall into.. Maybe we are all taking love's path because we feel that we owe to ourselves to be happy.. Maybe not. Tell me that you’ve never thought it was all a lie.

Does love comes from high above or from deep within? Answer me. You can’t. What we can’t deny is that love does inspire. Sometimes it inspires poets and artists and some other times it inspires plain humans like me.. To make mistakes and be open.
Im wondering if there are more kind of loves than one.. I don’t dare to say the word, but if that’s love, it’s a weird love that surprises me. A love I have never introduced with my deepest heart. Too soon.. It’s too soon I know.. I can hear you saying those words, and I can imagine my eyes getting wet and my heart start beating differently. Too soon.. 

Tell me when the right moment is. Tell me where the right place is.. and then promise me and assure me im going to be on this same earth alive tomorrow.. next week, next month. You can’t. Then answer me why it’s too soon. You can’t. You will say that I may be doing a mistake.. I don’t care. Mistakes and faults are the reason why a thousand books and songs have been written... and more.. Do tell me that you haven’t been in the position where you had to take a risk. And you did. And you failed. You can’t. 

Thoughts in my head, your smell on my pillow and on my skin, half a page of questions. Questions I will never erase from my head. Answers I will never get, time I will never get back.. Answers, questions.. Time..
The cursor will stop blinking, but my heart will still steal different beats.. It beats.. Differently now than before...