Love Quotes - Page 102

When we view ourselves through the lens of God's Word, we better understand God's love for us and the worth we have in His eyes.

She refused to know love again. The thought of another heartbreak was far too much for her to bear.

Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.

Hate yearned to destroy and sought to forget, but love could not. Love strove creatively towards days that had yet to come.

Life is nothing but a dance of hope, desires, and love.

Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could really assert itself?

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,Live fairy-gifts fading away,Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,Let thy loveliness fade as it will,And around the dear ruin each wish of my heartWould entwine itself verdantly still.It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,To which time will but make thee more dear!No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,But as truly loves on to the close,As the sunflower turns on her god when he setsThe same look which she turned when he rose!

She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them.I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

I say, "it seemed to me," for from the depths of my past childhood, there now awoke in me the glimmerings of a thousand lost sensations. The fact that I was once more aware of my senses enabled me to give them a half fearful recognition. Yes; my reawakened senses now remembered a whole ancient history of their own— recomposed for themselves a vanished past. They were alive! Alive! They had never ceased to live; they discovered that even during those early studious years they had been living their own latent, cunning life.

I didn’t think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that’s to come—We’ll face it together. To whatever end.

The synopsis looked good,the cover looked nice,you opened the book,and began a new life.You found a new home,you met some new friends,you kept on reading,hoping it would never end.You danced through the pages,you sang out the words,you felt all their joy,and all their pain and hurt.The pages cut your fingers,the words cut your heart,like the author had a knife,and was tearing your soul apart.You laughed with the characters,and with them you cried,you fell in love with them, too,and with them you died,and when the book reached its end,and your broken heart couldn't heal,you suddenly realized that It's not real

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

Your calling is your destiny

Lying in bed, half-covered by the blankets, I would drowsily ask why he had come to my door that night long ago. It had become a ritual for us, as it does for all lovers: where, when, why? remember...I understand even old people rehearse their private religion of how they first loved, most guarded of secrets. And he would answer, sleep blurring his words, "Because I had to." The question and the answer were always the same. Why? Because I had to.

People talk a lot about all the homosexuals there are to see in Greenwich Village, but it was all the neuters that caught my eye that day. These were my people -- as used as I was to wanting love from nowhere, as certain as I was that almost anything desirable was likely to be booby-trapped.

Desire is the kind of thing thateats youandleaves you starving.

I love you not because I need you, but because you have created a place in my heart for you.

Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.

If want to become a person with vision, get back and reconnect to your source.

Love yourself first to love others.

I carried around five tons of pain where she used to be.

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

Success rarely occurs until a desire is turned into a passion and all focus and energy is channelled in its path.

I don't want to cry for Edward- at least not in the deep, personal way that you cry for a friend or loved one. I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

Like you and me," said Jade. "How we used to be.""What do you mean? Crazy?""Living on our own world. Believing what we felt was separate from everything else. We couldn't do anything except be together and nothing else was real.""That's right.""Well, that's crazy. And you just said it was, even you.""No, " I said, "not when we both believe it. Crazy people are alone and no one understands what they mean. But that's not our way. We both know and it makes complete sense. It's not when you make it true by living it. And other people believe it, too, remember. Believe it about us. Everyone who knows us, sees us together. We have that effect.

A wise man is someone who knows how to convert obstacles into resources.

That K was hesitant in love does not mean that his love was in any sense lukewarm. He was unable to move, despite the violence of his emotion. And since the impact of his new emotion was not so great as to allow him to forget himself, he was forced to look back and remind himself of what his past had meant. And in doing so he could not but continue along the path that he had so far followed.

It is easy to love but difficult to forget, so love every moment to create an enormous unforgettable memory.

You are so close I want to breath you in.

No one ever fell in love gracefully.

When question arise Be or not to beAlways be.

Through strength I found loveIn time I found myself in happiness with you

May I say just a word to those of you who are struggling against this evil. Always be sure that you struggle with Christian methods and Christian weapons. Never succumb to the temptation of becoming bitter. As you press on for justice, be sure to move with dignity and discipline, using only the weapon of love. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him

I love you to the moon and bed.

I want a long life, measured not in days and years but the moments that we spent together

Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good.

Without an error of reasoning, there should be no doubt that each of us needs to be loved.

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.

Failure is not an option, winning or learning are the options.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

No matter whether you’re a gay or a mixed race couple; when you’re drawn together, ultimately it doesn’t matter what everybody thinks because it’s so honest, true, and sincere. How can that be wrong?

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

I'm a romantic.

Gratitude opens our mind to accept more and fills our heart to give more.

The curtains were blood-red and drawn. This was not an office. It was a small library, two storeys high, with thin ladders and impractical balconies and an expansive ceiling featuring a gaggle of naked Greeks. It was the sort of library you'd marry a man for.

That, after all, is what the great stories are written about: How people manage to find themselves in love. Well let me just say that how a person falls in love is more important than who they fall in love with, for to truly fall in love with someone else, you must first fall in love with yourself. The process a person goes through to break down his or her outer shell and let love in is often as miraculous as the mystery of falling in love.

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

I was hungry and you gave me to eat; I was cold and you clothed me; come, possess the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.' He who is the the King of the poor and of kings will say this at His great judgment.

Me being in love with a girl and wanting her to be with me, doing what I need to do to make her stay with me; it affects no one, yet it’s terrifying to people and they think you’re a monster.

Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.

The only wrong way to read the Bible is to not read it at all.

She would only let you know her, little by little ~ never giving too much away but willing to share the small parts that make up her life, she falls slowly like that ~ love isn't a maybe thing in her eyes & her heart is the prize, she knows her worth and she will withstand the wait.

I love you because I find myself in you.

Why you like photography so much? Because it's just the camera and me showing everyone else what we can see. It's telling stories.

A lack of love for humanity is our biggest enemy.

For your information, I do love you. Although at times like this I have to wonder why.

I want to tell you that I love you,” he said. “But I’m afraid you won’t remember it tomorrow.”“There’s no way I would forget that.

To look after my body, to pay it respect. To question my mind, which doesn't understand half as much as it thinks it does. To understand that the time spent in the gap between the endless stories we tell ourselves is the present.These days, I care more about being peaceful and happy than about being in love. I'm not sure love is love if it consumes you, if it dominates your thoughts.

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.