Love Quotes - Page 30

I guess we are juste two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl," I say.Her eyes narrow. "I've heard that somewhere before."I smile and point at her briefly. "Pink Floyd. But it's the truth.""You think we're lost?"I tilt my head back a little and look up at the stars behind her and say, "In society maybe. But together, no. I think we're right where we need to be.

He's the anchor to my boat and I worry that I will float out to sea, directionless, without him.

One small boy was all it took to upset the universe

Carry me like change in your pocket and spend me as you wish.

What is the future of men who havelost sight of the past?Earl Hollsopple lived on the edge of civilization in a deserted shack for nearly forty years. His life was one beautiful night of stargazing after another, until a helicopter flies overhead, and exposing his meager world. It is a sign; it is time for him to return to civilization.Unknowingly, Earl’s journey parallels another he had deeply repressed, and that is his return from the Vietnam War. The lone survivor of a plane crash, Earl waits for rescue that never came. He is left to find his way home alone.On both his quests, old Earl and young Earl learn lessons of survival, overcoming isolation and handling conflicts; his travels teach him not just about himself, but humankind. Reaching pivotal points in both journeys, Earl meets fateful loves, leading to destinies that are ultimately intertwined.Everything in life circles until we are able to answer the riddles that plaque man and humanity. Only until we take the journey, solve the problems of our own existence, do we find our way home.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

There is only one invitation it would kill me to refuse, yet I'm tempted to turn it down all the time. I get the invitation every morning when I wake up to actually live a life of complete engagement, a life of whimsy, a life where love does. It doesn't come in an envelope. It's ushered in by a sunrise, the sound of a bird, or the smell of coffee drifting lazily from the kitchen. It's the invitation to actually live, to fully participate in this amazing life for one more day. Nobody turns down an invitation to the White House, but I've seen plenty of people turn down an invitation to fully live.Turning down this invitation comes in lots of flavors. It looks like numbing yourself or distracting yourself or seeing something really beautiful as normal. It can also look like refusing to forgive or not being grateful or getting wrapped around the axle with fear or envy. I think every day God sends us an invitation to live and sometimes we forget to show up or get head-faked into thinking we haven't really been invited. But you see, we have been invited -- every day, all over again

I will die, however,” he said quite seriously, “if you leave me again. Just watch me.

A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

I know he wasn’t perfect…But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.

I am poor—you are my riches; dark—you are my light; I own nothing, need nothing. And how could I own anything? After all, it is a contradiction that he can own something who does not own himself. I am happy as a child who is neither able to own anything nor allowed to. I own nothing, for I belong only to you; I am not, I have ceased to be, in order to be yours.”—Johannes De Silentio, from_Either/Or_

They are the humans who are intelligent enough to have insight of every single molecular underpinning of the warmth of love, and yet not let that factual knowledge ruin the romance in a relationship.

We choose our favourite author as we do our friend, from a conformity of humour and disposition. Mirth or passion, sentiment or reflection; whichever of these most predominates in our temper, it gives us a peculiar sympathy with the writer who resembles us.

Waiting is often a decision not to accept responsibility and is one of the reasons why some people never reach their potential.

The path to success lies in finding something you have a passion for, care deeply about, and are willing to apply all of your energy and focus to.

Commitment to truth telling lays the groundwork for the openness and honesty that is the heartbeat of love. When we see ourselves as we truly are and accept ourselves, we build the necessary foundation for self-love.

I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body

You only know there is love and you feel beloved when you share,when you're gasping for air.You only know you are living and every moment you were longing for air.

Oh... Blip. Yeah, I see." He sounds distracted, awed. "Your child," I whisper."Our child." He counters.

The two of them became an instant couple. Very Romeo and Juliet without the wonky families and tragic double-suicide thing.

You are the author of your lives book. While there may be fixed chapters ahead, you choose how to fill the pages within each one.

It was their secret, a secret meant for just the two of them, and she'd never been able to imagine how it would sound coming from someone else. But, somehow, Logan made it sound just right.

Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.

...most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.

He looked like a walking, talking billboard for deliciously irresponsible behavior and a treasure trove of regrettable decisions.

Finn was different.And he was different because she wanted him in her life in a way she hadn’t wanted anyone for a very long time.Maybe ever.

Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can’t be put to bed.

When question ariseHelp or not to helpAlways help.

Not every man is an abuser and not every woman is a victim. So before assuming anything we must try to know the truth. Because sorry isn't enough sometimes to warmth the loss.

September has come, it is hersWhose vitality leaps in the autumn,Whose nature prefersTrees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.So I give her this month and the nextThough the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered alreadySo many of its days intolerable or perplexedBut so many more so happy.Who has left a scent on my life, and left my wallsDancing over and over with her shadowWhose hair is twined in all my waterfallsAnd all of London littered with remembered kisses.

You cannot be aware of yourself, for you are awareness itself. How can a witness witness itself? That is like trying to see your own eyes without a reflection, or cut a knife with the tip of its own blade—it is impossible. The subject can only observe the object; it cannot make an object out of itself. But by the very act of observing, you indirectly know yourself as the observer, as the subject. No witnessing of the witness is needed to prove its existence.

He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.

Witch, do this for me,Find me a moonmade of longing.Then cut it sliver thin,and having cut it,hang it highabove my beloved's house,so that she may look uptonightand see it,and seeing it, sigh for meas I sigh for her,moon or no moon.

Raffe arches his brow at me. ‘You should be with a nice human boy. One who takes your orders and puts up with your demands. Someone who dedicates his life to keeping you safe and well fed. Someone who can make you happy. Someone you can be proud of.’ He waves his hand at the Watchers. ‘There’s nobody like that in this lot.’ I glare at him. ‘I’ll be sure to pass him by you first before I’ – settle for – ‘choose him.’ ‘You do that. I’ll let him know what’s expected of him.’ ‘Assuming he survives your interrogation,’ says Howler. ‘Big assumption,’ says Cyclone. ‘I’d like to be there to watch,’ says Hawk. ‘Should be interesting.

It’s okay,” I tell her.“It is okay to be happy

Beauty was a bait, love was the trap,I was the pray.. fallen for the most beautiful predator..

It is a healthy approach not to expect persons to turn out precisely how you would have wished.

Get not your friends by bare compliments, but by giving them sensible tokens of your love.

There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.

The healing power of even the most microscopic exchange with someone who knows in a flash precisely what you're talking about because she experienced that thing too cannot be overestimated.

White emotions when fell in love turned red...-The Drenched Writer

It's love when someone can touch you without using their hands.

Until we learn to love everyone in this universe, how can there be peace?

May you love blossom like a lily.

Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis...

If you truly love someone, have the faith to 'let them go.' Encourage them to be the fullest measure of themselves, and you will be overwhelmed by the love that your spouse returns to you.

It doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date.It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.It just has to be.

I can always tell what kind of a time I'm having at a party by the look on my wife's face.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

He didn't have to say much, It was all in his eyes ~ He didn't have to do much, It was enough, just to be at his side.

In order to free ourselves from our assumptions about love, we must ask ourselves what long-held, often buried assumptions are and then face them, which takes courage, humility, and kindness.

We may not have the power to move mountains, but if we have the power to take someone's hand and named them loved and forgiven we have power enough.

Love I must forego. I am not a man with an income.

This guy is funny. But is he safe? And how much is that worth when the world itself has ceased to exist?

I am afraid of darkness... even though it knows me it loves me.

...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

I order six shots.I drink the first shot with lemon and salt and talk about Isha for 120 seconds.I drink the second shot with lemon and salt and talk about Isha and our love for 90 seconds.I drink the third shot with lemon and talk about future plans with wedding for 60 seconds.I drink the fourth and blabber for 30 seconds.I drink the fifth, I speak in a language no one can understand for ten seconds or less. I fall down.When I open my eyes, I see Diwa helping me sit in the car and put on the seat belt. I am knocked out.

Then a soft air, a simple melody, rose to the ears of the suddenly hushed court; and for me, it was May Day again, and I was no longer cold, for the sun burned bright and the grass smelled of its sour-sweet bruisings and an old man fashioned a ballad for the Nut-Brown maid, who would ever be true to her lover. I leaned towards the brightness and, in an abandonment of joy and because there was none to see, tore off my henin and let my nut-brown hair fall to my knees. For I would be a child again, for five minutes, and remember the time when men stopped to gaze at me, with my chaplet of flowers crowning that at which they all marvelled, and longed to touch and stroke and possess.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

The only way through pain is love.