Love Quotes - Page 260

Maybe it was that brokenness inside of Bentley that I recognized and drew me to him, I didn't know. I just remember thinkin' how I wanted to know more about him. And I wanted to make him smile. Cause' that boy never smiled.

I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension. Do you want me? I am yours.

Because you came into lifeBecause I liked to get your sightBecause we were awake on the hill that nightBecause we roamed sitting side by sideBecause you slept on shoulder for a whileBecause you talked like a childBecause you made me smileBecause of your coffee bitesBecause your aroma made me flyBecause we shared in nightsBecause I read you line by lineBecause we sang old timesBecause we became crazy mindsBecause we criedBecause we poured our heart out – couldn’t hide.Because we drank and got highBecause you looked me that way that nightBecause you caressed my hair – love thrivedBecause we walked hand in hand for milesBecause you hold me tight before sunriseBecause you gave me reason to live lifeBecause you left me to surviveBecause I am just alive~Emptiness~

And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started to rise but she put a hand out, stopped them. ‘I can care for myself, please,’ and she set about getting some food. They watched her closely. tIn point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, and an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. tShe was eighteen. She was the most beautiful woman in a hundred years. She didn’t seem to care. t‘You’re all right?’ her mother asked.tButtercup sipped her cocoa. ‘Fine,’ she said.t‘You’re sure?’ her father wondered.t‘Yes,’ Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. ‘But I must never love again.’tShe never did.

...for love loves power. That is why we can suicidally fall in love with others but can rarely reciprocate the love of those suicidally in love with us.

Then, as she turned in a majestic arc for home, a beautiful sunrise appeared on the horizon, as golden and perfect as the very first ray of sun at the beginning of time.

Christ the man died long ago, but Christ the idea of love, still exists, not in any church, rather in the mind of humans.

Nothing had ever existed between us except the possibility of something, and now even that was over.

Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.

If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced my through years ago.

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

I attribute my success to my deep driving desire and persistence to face the tremendous adversity.

A good lover? One percent talent and ninety nine percent hard work.

We all have to go. Let us create something which will stay longer or forever.

This is The matter was of love,that's why I spent my life on youOtherwise this beauty becomes easily available in the market also

No one can do me any good by loving me I have more love than I need or could do any good with but people do me good by making me love them - which isn't easy.

If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.''But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to argue.

Why are you doing this?”“That’s easy. Because I like you.” He grinned. “I like you a lot.”“Why?”“Because you make me smile.”“You’re Addolgar the Cheerful. Everything makes you smile.”“Not everything. And if I want to like you, Braith of the Darkness, I get to like you. Whether you want me to or not.

I'll never tell you to stop loving. You see, I believe in hopeless love. Oh yes. I believe in it with all my heart, though you may discount the heart of an old nanny like me. For real love brings pain. Real love means sacrifices and hurts and all the thousand shocks of life. But it also means beauty, true beauty.

I haven't got a clue on how to love you like a lover should, how to make you happy or even how to make you stay. I hardly grasp the essence of desire and true affection scares me more than it should, but know that every stutter, every shy glance, every hesitant touch, come from someone who believes in you and I.

sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love

If we could all love each and every person that crosses our path a little bit more, we could attain inner peace with the knowledge that many people on this planet would be hurting a whole lot less.

Do you love me Hero?" His pale green eyes were full of torment. "Do you love me like I love you?

You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool.

If one wanted to depict the whole thing graphically, every episode, with its climax, would require a three-dimensional, or, rather, no model: every experience is unrepeatable. What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

When you love your work, it works better.

I'm a dog lover and sex addict. Those two things are unrelated.

I love you not because you're beautiful, but its through You that I discover more of myself!

You know he loves you, right? (Amanda)Yeah, but emotions don't have brains. (Ash)- About Nick

You had to be willing to fight in order for a love story to last a life time.

But more importantly, know I love you more than I can say with simple words. Poets have attempted for centuries to find the perfect combination, and I don’t imagine I shall have more luck than they.

But when he’s cut, I bleed.

You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.

You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.

When someone wants to give you a “piece of their mind,” ask them to give you “peace from their heart” instead.

The reason is obvious. You're my grandfather, okay. Like it or not, you're who you are and i'm who i am. And i'm here right now, so what are we going to do about it? -Adam Cayhall-

I have only men like you n novels, men who lived their own idiosyncrasies.

I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.

When we apply the lessons we've struggled for our whole lives to learn to the lives of people we love, our love becomes judgment—which is toxic. Our fear our daughters will fail leads us to fail them.

Men never forget true love. They always remember all the women they couldn't have.

The atmosphere of a date is everything.

You might be looking for reasons but there are no reasons.

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

You will never develop courage if you don’t stand in the middle of the battle afraid and pick up the sword anyways, to defend what is right. You might feel like you are outnumbered, but heroes always are.

Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you're just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.

Men were just plain ridiculous with how little time it took them to get handsome.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

True love doesn't grow on you, feed on you, drain you and spoil your heart. It nourishes, waters the soul and intensifies in absenses long and short.

In a little while they were kissing. In a little while longer, they made their slow sweet love.The iron bed sounded like a pine forest in an ice storm, like a switch track in a Memphis trainyard, like the sweet electrical thunder of habitual love and the tragical history of the constant heart. Auntee finished first, and then Uncle soon after, and their lips were touching lightly as they did.The rain was still falling and the scritch owl was still asleep and the dragonflies were hidden like jewels somewhere in deep brown wet grasses, nobody knew where.Uncle rolled away from his wife and held onto her hand, never let it go, old friend, old partner, passionate wife.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

Never place someone so high on a pedestal that if they should fall... you get crushed.

Do not conform to seek the seekers, but leave the leavers. Wisdom comes from facing what you do not yet understand.

The Betty Lady explains love and splitting up: "It´s like playing the shell game with Jesus. You can´t figure anything out; it´s best not to try. You´ll just humiliate yourself.

Thanet is having a moment,” I said, leaning forward so Quinn could see him.“What’s wrong, man?” Quinn said. “Were you not aware high school dances suck? That they always have sucked and they will continue sucking as long as the world turns?

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

It's never too late to love and live again. Without love in life, nothing to lose or gain.

...and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us; do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge! The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

The merciful precepts of Christ will at last suffuse the Code and it will glow with their radiance. Crime will be considered an illness with its own doctors to replace your judges and its hospitals to replace your prisons. Liberty shall be equated with health. Ointments and oil shall be applied to limbs that were once shackled and branded. Infirmities that once were scourged with anger shall now be bathed with love. The cross in place of the gallows: sublime and yet so simple.