Love Quotes - Page 108

Love does not pay attention to timetables or knock when it is convenient for you. True love shows up unexpectedly, bags fully packed, daring you to offer it a place to stay.

Oh God Angel," he whispered. "There's only one monster here." ~Sade~

Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there..

I don’t know What else to say I’ve said it many times Oh you’re your gorgeous eyes Are my greatest prize …………………

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

Be with your loved ones and feed your soul with the deep connections that money can't buy. Your bank richness will never amount to the richness of love.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Personality begins where comparison leaves off. Be unique. Be memorable. Be confident. Be proud.

..And i can't get you out of my mind,God knows how hard I've tried

A man’s love for a man is neither more nor less than a man’s love for a woman, it is only different.

You character and action will reveal your purpose.

You don't feel yourself falling in love, like it's a journey, a process; on the contrary, it hits you like a sudden ague, a fever, the realisation that your life will never be the same again.

The only way to know the honesty of any person is to love them without desire.

You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

Many things as we have constructed them can be redefined and are neither correct nor incorrect. I love making love to a woman. I love her every quiver, her every movement, her every moan, her every breath. I love the journey my hands make over her every soft curve, the smell of her skin, and I revel in the feminine beauty, unmatched by anything else on this earth. But the core connection is what matters most and, while I don’t know what draws me to the essence of women rather than men or both, I wanted to be swallowed up by exactly that – the mystery of why we don’t want to be without each other.

Despite everything - your lies, your wounds, I cannot help but love you. I'm helpless against it.

Paco, we are all so much more than our faults, aren’t we?

Always re-invent yourself. Always try new things; new food, new hobbies, meet new people. That will keep your life from becoming stagnant and boring. And you will have a lot more fun!

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

Our hearts have already been broken. Maybe I can help to heal hers, even if it means ripping mine to shreds when she leaves and I have to say good-bye.

If you become the light of peace there will be no darkness of hatred.

To love me, my family does not need to understand me.

What would your young students say, who have come so far to hear you and prefer your severe lectures to ease of a worldly life, if they should discover you secretly a slave to your passions and a victim of those weaknesses from which your rules secured them?

While learning others, respect demands that one never takes issue with another's freedom to choose their 'get down' - their way of living... and don't be mad. But carefully listen, observe, and compare mental notes before you open your heart's desire -- to make a clear determination what's in your best interest. If you already know how the story ends, and it doesn't fit you, keep [the] proper distance in perspective, in any form(s) of relationship, for the love of self. It may be disappointing, but you'll eventually discover the right one deserving of your full attention. Or, you may be surprised by their sudden awakening to your worthiness. Walk slowly, especially, when it comes to matters of the heart.

As soon as we ask whether or not a story is true in the present moment, we empower ourselves to re-frame it.

I love being high. High on Life, High on Love, High on Hope, and High on Faith.

Our spirit is universal, all powerful, and limitless. Why do we put societal boundaries around us? They are not boundless.

God accepts us into His atmosphere when we accept people into our lives

God recognizes celebration

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

with you, the sense i have lost my place in a bookor simply lost — misplaced the memorywhich isn't in the last place where I looked.a thought that the clouds don't move — that it is wewho thunder past — there it is! an old vacation,a train ride — sense of immobility.as sky and forest scroll past in relation,we are not moved, pretend to love the view,resort at length to scripted conversationby a poet-turned-screenwriter who didn't want this job, career gone grossly wrongand now drafts action film scripts wholly two-dimensional unless you choose to don the 3d glasses that do not stay on —

In the first book of the Bible it is written that: "The Lord regretted that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him to his heart.” In another translation it is written like this: "God was sorry that he had made the human race in the first place; it broke his heart.” "It grieved him to his heart.""It broke his heart."We grieved him to his heart. We broke his heart. God’s heart can be…broken? You cannot love without being vulnerable - because love involves the risk of the person you’re loving not loving you back, of rejecting you - and that hurts. That grieves you to your heart.God had created man, and He loved them - but they didn’t love Him back, and it broke His heart.

Choose your love. Love your choice.

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

Rose looked down to the sheet of paper, saw a number and where to sign. Butch was holding out a pen for her to take. When she reached for the pen her fingers grazed lightly against his. She felt it. She saw it. The tiniest arc of electricity. It was as if flint and steel met, just waiting for the right moment to spark the dry tinder into a burning inferno.

Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of production and trade...

When you're looking for me, I am hiding in your heart, just find me with your light.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

التصالح مع الذات يزيل الحقد والحسد فيمتليء القلب محبة وسلاماreconciliation with oneself removes hate & envy so the heart is filled with love and peace

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Love tickles parts of you that, prior to its influence, you didn't even know could feel.

This is a love story. It’s about the good old days, when men were men and women were women and books were books.

When you do away with God you become your own god, because you recognise no greater power in the universe than yourself.

I raise my face to his, ready for the crush of his lips against mine, wanting to share more than these nervous breaths.

Fear cannot stay in the same house as Jesus Christ.

True love was about letting go. A daily choice. Knowing the worst about a person and sacrificing for them anyway. Choosing to love.

I think sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or ignore it, or tell ourselves we’re imagining it. Because it is the most painful kind of hope there is.

If you are doing what you love to do and on the way helping the humanity, then you are a success.

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.

In the center of your being there is a fountain of music and that is your love.

You are not always right. It’s not always about being right. The best thing you can offer others is understanding. Being an active listener is about more than just listening, it is about reciprocating and being receptive to somebody else. Everybody has woes. Nobody is safe from pain. However, we all suffer in different ways. So learn to adapt to each person, know your audience and reserve yourself for people who have earned the depths of you

I cannot do all the good that the world needs. But the world needs all the good that I can do.

If I ever get a chance to be with you forever, I will like to be within you, to be explored and loved in silence.

You are strong, self-reliant, entirely able to take care of yourself and of me... You are fearless, courageous; you saved my life, nursed me back to health, hunted for my food, provided for my comfort. You don't need me. Yet you make me want to protect you, watch over you, make sure no harm comes to you. I could live with you all my life and never really know you; you have depths it would take many lifetimes to explore. You are wise and ancient... and as fresh and young as a woman as... And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you more than life itself.

Fail big. Fail better.Try again. Without looking for a shelter.

Most importantly, love each other deeply, because love cause many sins to be forgiven. - 1 Peter 4:8

Beware what you consume, lest you appetite grow by what it feeds on.

Mendanbar took a deep breath. “You could stay here. At the castle, I mean. With me.” This wasn’t coming out at all the way he had wanted it to, but it was too late to stop now. He hurried on, “As Queen of the Enchanted Forest, if you think you would like that. I would.”“Would you, really?”“Yes,” Mendanbar said, looking down. “I love you, and—and—”“And you should have said that to begin with,” Cimorene interrupted, putting her arms around him.Mendanbar looked up, and the expression on her face made his heart begin to pound.“Just to be sure I have this right,” Cimorene went on with a blinding smile, “did you just ask me to marry you?”“Yes,” Mendanbar said. “At least, that’s what I meant.”“Good. I will.”Mendanbar tried to find something to say, but he was too happy to think. He leaned forward two inches and kissed Cimorene, and discovered that he didn’t need to say anything at all.

When you’re scared to death to lose her, know it for sure, you will.

Now I get why I'm incapable of flirting for I can't Lie!