Love Quotes - Page 239

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

Is being responsible a form of love too?

My own love was never mine and now I don't even have a dream of loving again.

A simple "Hi" has potential to make you blush, if received from your crush.

If love is the music of the heart, then philosophy should be the music of the mind.

A non-religious prison when awaken would make others sleep. Therefore his sleeping is good. A religious person when awaken will awaken others. Therefore his awakening is good.

I know my heart will never be the sameBut I'm telling myself I'll be okay

It is a beautiful gift to be a creator.

I build my life with light, love and loyalty.

People who want to change everything in the world but never think of changing themselves are clapping with one palm.

As the flower blooms in spring, compassion grows in mindfulness.

You are the missing piece of my heart and soul. United we are now whole.

The problem with catching dreams is you forget how truly incredible they are when you live with them everyday.

If the future generation has a difficult life, if they engage in war or commit crime it's not their fault, it's our fault because we fail to educate them. So responsibility resides on me, on us, to educate them in proper ways.

I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist.It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.

Love fuels the existence of a divine being

...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

God takes great joy in the passionate romantic love between a husband and wife.

All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

Sometimes the people we love make us hate some other people we love.

You think I don’t know what I want? You think I love the idea of relying on my looks for life? No! It’s pathetic! In my head, I have a nice, quiet, normal job that involves me running my own business. I carry a briefcase around my office with important documents, I have a nice assistant who calls me boss, and people ask me questions—they ask for my advice because I matter! I’m important to them! I’m recognized as something more than a pretty face and a pair of legs. I have a brain and interests and thoughts about religion, and poverty, and economics. I’m not a miserable girl with a number attached to her chest, stripping her clothes off in a room full of people.

It's hard loving those who don't much like themselves: "If you're so great, why would you think I'm so great.

Dying is not a solution.. I want to live with You..!

I’m a winner because I always bet on you.

I have to admit. Saying goodbye—leaving Bonnie. Was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my entire life. It actually hurt…

I pictured a girl who made every moment, everything she touched, and everyone around her feel lighter and sweeter.

My ears interpreted a mix of nearby voices as calm, friendly, ordinary chatter. With that as background noise, I enjoyed the silent attention of my mate. The way his hand brushed softly over every inch of my bare skin tempted my eyelids to close and my mind to wander, but I kept focused, not wanting to miss a moment of admiring this beautiful man and his seductive, wild look. I felt a flood of emotion set in, born from absolute, interminable love for him. I wished for the voices to cease, for time to halt, for the moment we were living to replay over and over and over again perpetually. The world could have its gain and glory, its vengeance and victories. All I wanted was the enduring love and attention of this man who most assuredly was my soulmate.

Love is like recognition. It's the moment when you catch sight of someone and you think There is someone I have business with in this life. There is someone I was born to know.

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

Bless the world. Let it be a wonderful world with love, peace, joy and happiness.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

There's so much destruction all over the world - and all you can do is complain about ME!

Yoga is the art work of awareness on the canvas of body, mind, and soul.

And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.

... There can be no grounding of love and goodness without power (strength). Love that is not founded on inner strength is easily destroyed by power. Caring that is based only on the wish to be nice and to be comfortable in one's relationships blows away as soon as the wolf is at the door. This is true in people's personal lives, and it is paralleled in organizations.

When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

We can do more for the peace just by changing our thoughts. Be an example of compassion and kindness like Mother Teresa. We all can do that without harming anyone.

Hatred is a burden that can hunt you day by day, robbing you off your personal joy in broad day light.

One day, Lorna, I will dance this waltz with you again.

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

As far as I am concerned sexuality no longer exists. I used to call this indifference serenity: all at once I have come to see it in another light—it is a mutilation; it is the loss of a sense. The lack of it makes me blind to the needs, the pains, and the joys of those who do possess it.

You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

You all set?” he asked, tossing me a pair of sunglasses.“Wow, nice.” I felt the frame, rubbing my finger over the lenses to wipe away a smudge. “Not bad, Phoenix.”“Twinkies.” He slid his pair on and adjusted the gun across his chest. “Told you. Breakfast of champions."- Skylla and Jet

My heart only knows love.

Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not eny anyone or anything. Love never boasts and it's never proud. Love is not rude, it's not self serving, self absorbed or conceited. Love is no t easily provoked to anger. It doesn't hold grudges nor does it keep records of who was right and who was wrong. Love does not consult with evil instead it rejoices in the truth. Love always protects. Love always trust. Love always hopes. Love always perseveres. And love never fails.

Every now and then when I feel the doubt, I look inside myself and I see the way. The whole world full of possibilities. So you could be you and I could be me.

She had been wrong in thinking Christ had been called up against his will to fight in a war. He didn't look - in spite of the crown of thorns - like someone making a sacrifice. Or even like someone determined to "do his bit". He looked instead like Marjorie had looked telling Polly she'd joined the Nursing Service, like Mr Humphreys had looked filling buckets with water and sand to save Saint Paul's, like Miss Laburnum had looked that day she came to Townsend Brothers with the coats. He looked like Captain Faulknor must have looked, lashing the ships together. Like Ernest Shackleton, setting out in that tiny boat across icy seas. Like Colin helping Mr Dunworthy across the wreckage.He looked ... contented. As if he was where he wanted to be, doing what he wanted

Life is not about tomorrow. Life is about living your fullest today.

I'm not sure anyone knows what they're looking for until they find it

Paint me perfect poetry.

The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.

but at the end of the day, who I come home to, who I share my accomplishments with is what makes the struggle worth it

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

By letting go of misguided beliefs, love and compassion can break through.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

Relationships are never complicated. You’re either together or you’re not. If someone says it’s complicated, it really just means someone’s killing time until something better comes along.

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllableslike a charm, like a spell.Falling in loveis glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heartlike a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at meas I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you areon the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream."You

It is love, has been love, will always be love that makes the biggest difference in our world.