Love Quotes - Page 148

Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.

Book sense makes sense because someone has gone through it before and able to share it with you. Your job is to listen and discern.

May your heart be mine, may my heart be yours. May your sorrows be mine, may my joys be yours.

Her laughter was my favorite symphony.

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.

All of us sport an invisible sign around our necks -- “AS IS.” It means, take me as I am. I may not become what you want me to be. And I’m far, far from perfect. But I have some great qualities, too, as well as my share of faults. You will have to take me “AS IS” and I’ll take you that way, too.

For you, it’s all about money, money, money. But what about the forests I say? Some of those trees have been there for hundreds of years. What right have you to destroy that?

Sometimes It's awesome to be childish with your friend or partner.

It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection.

Sometimes I want to be human for you.

Maybe they're in love.""And is that what love looks like - all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?""Sometines it is.

You may hate me from your heart but I will continue to love you to touch your heart.

Love continues to enhance and enrich my life.

Moonrise is a fabulous novel and my damn wife wrote it and that’s me up there near Highlands shouting it out to the hills.

The pain of dying will surely be nothing, for the pain of love is so much stronger and agonizing.

She had known the kind of love that was worth risking everything for, the kind of love that was as rare as a glimpse of heaven.

We are not perfect. We are here to learn. Earth is one big classroom and God is our heavenly guidance counselor and teacher.

And... a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together.

I am a lover born to love each part and parcel of the universe with my deep intense emotions. I love to connect with the world and each connection enriches my existence as it blends in my identity.

Sweet be the glanceswe exchange,Our faces showing true concord;Enshrine me in your heart and let one spiritdwell within us.

Love isn't easy. It isn't perfect like in stories or movies--but it's real. When we feel it, it reminds us we are alive, and when we truly feel it--it hurts like hell--but it reminds us why we live... For the hope of love.

What if love is this fun game that started from heaven with you and I, perfectly together. And then, at some point, we agreed to play a game, to be tossed into a world in which we would spend the rest of our lives trying to find each other.Wouldn't it be fun to know that no matter what, no matter when, no matter how, and no matter where, at some point I'd find you, and say ... "Hello.

People seem able to love their dogs with an unabashed acceptance that they rarely demonstrate with family or friends. The dogs do not disappoint them, or if they do, the owners manage to forget about it quickly. I want to learn to love people like this, the way I love my dog, with pride and enthusiasm and a complete amnesia for faults. In short, to love others the way my dog loves me.

I pictured love as a big hairy giant with a dead fish in his mouth. Grizzly bear claws and his heart half out of his chest cause it’s too big and the lungs have to fit. He never stops walking. Over mountains. Through the desert. On top of icy lakes. Past huge cities. And he hunts and kills for you and always comes back with plenty to eat.

Love is the spirit of the soul.

She felt wild and unruly, determined and free.

He says, "You know I love you. Still. Forever".

God's definition of what matters is pretty straightforward. He measures our lives by how we love.

Beyond all judgments of good and bad ...is perfection - Vivian Amis

I will always love my mother for who she is and everything she does.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

Never marry a person who is not a friend of your excitement.

If you are not there for other people, do not expect them to be there for you. In many a case one might conclude that this is part of God's sovereign justice. His grace, however, is that He Himself will always be there for you, no matter what.

You can't raise happy kids in a happy family if you aren't happy and don't know who you are. You can't pin your life on someone else's happiness.

The sky mingled with the Earth infinitely in the tenderness of rain drops.

He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity.

The platonic love I feel for my cousin, made me write this diary ...”Leione

Their making of love ... had even been something like this, when it became a kind of harmony, enveloping them together and together and for ever into that crescendo. And, yes, now really, really she knew the multitudinous singing of the stars and she wanted everything to stay where it was, now and forever with him ...

Love thou thy dreamAll base love scorning,Love thou the windAnd here take warningThat dreams alone can truly be,For 'tis in dream I come to thee.Ezra Pound, The Songtrad. Ungaretti:Ama il tuo sogno Ama il tuo sognoOgni inferiore amore disprezzando,Il vento amaEd accorgiti quiChe i sogni solo possono veramente essere,Perciò in sogno a raggiungerti m’avvio.

When you’ve found the right one - when you see him, when you’re with him - you’ll feel like you’re coming home.

All I need is you even though I don't know if I can have you.

For Christians it's always a love game ... that He is love itself ... Indeed, some have suggested that one way of understanding the Spirit is to see the Spirit as the personal love which the Father has for the Son and the Son for the Father.

we want it visibletto showwhen even the most tvisible joyttwill reveal itselfonly when we havetttransformed it within.there’s nowhere, my love, the world can existexpect within.

Margaret had often wondered at the disturbance that takes place in the world's waters when Love, who seems so tiny a pebble, slips in. Whom does Love concern beyond the beloved and the lover? Yet his impact deluges a hundred shores,

Totally present in this moment for you.

An alternative to love is not hate but patience.

I danced with my shadows until they became part of my light.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

Love has no spear but conquers hearts.

Past misdeeds must only serve as a reference point in calm conversation about lessons learned or actions that taught us to behave better. They should never be bantered about with sarcasm, anger, or nastiness.

And the poor lady, so small in her black satin, shrivelled up and sallow, with her funny corkscrew curls, took the little boy on her lap and put her arms around him and wept as though her heart would break. But her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.

Love is not about only about caring, but it is also about what type of feeling for caring

Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.

Distance can make a love fade, while closeness can make hate flare; as distance can make hate fade, while closeness can make love flare.

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

Someone who does not practice what he preaches expresses only hypocrisy.

Few people when meet first time they feel that meeting each other was the purpose of their life.

Love is more than just feeling something Syn, it's the connection of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone, it’s showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive.

The look on his face told her what had happened and that hurt burrowed deeper than anything she'd ever felt, deep enough to change from the thing she felt to the thing she was. Love, she learned, could reduce its recipient to an essential thing, as important as food or shelter, whose presence is not only longed for but needed.

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.