Love Quotes - Page 37

I'm silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall. I can feel the brick pressing into my naked upper back, cold and rough. His kiss is slow, tender...firm. His lips are warm, tongue smooth and flat, filling my mouth...I can't even feel my own tongue...taking my breath away with his.

No matter what's going on, I keep coming back to the one intention that makes the most sense:Just love.

For women, men creates war, even though women are the symbols of love, peace, and harmony.

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

Maybe we aren't so very different after all. There's good and bad in both of us, and that's what binds us together, for better or worse.

I haven't spoken to my wife in years-I didn't want to interrupt her.

I didn’t want to cry in front of you.”He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb. in front of me.

I fly on the wings of love.

Love is the essence of life

I glare at him and sigh. “Don't you understand what a book is?”“Obviously.”“Then how can it be boring? It's not just twenty-six little letters all mushed together to make words that link together to tell a story. It's the creation of another world where anything can happen and anyone can be whoever they want to be. It's a crazy, special kind of magic that can transport you out of the real world, to anywhere you want to go. It doesn't matter if it's a made-up universe or it's written in a city you can drive to within an hour. It's what happens within the pages that makes reading so...not boring.”-Emma Hart "Dirty Little Rendezvous (The Burke Brothers Spin-Off #1).

And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

The question is: do you want suffering or do you want peace? It's that simple.

The more a man understands the world, the more he falls in love with everyone and everything.

You were born beautiful, and you remain beautiful.

You Don't Need To Be Anyone's Reflection,Neither Do You Need To Be Anyone's Reason For Perfection.If You Find Love,Let It Allow You To Be Yourself,Let It Not Define You.Let It Be The Reason Someone Believes In Love Again,Not The Reason You Smile.Let It Warm Your Heart,And When It Fades Away,Allow It Not Lead You Astray,Let It Go And Never Force It To Stay.Because True Love Neither Dies Nor Leaves,It Stays With Us For The Rest Of Our Lives.

I wish we had met away from all these battles. I wish we had met in a land of peace without social classes and with no conflicts. I wish we had met in prehistoric times wearing cranberry leaves. I wish we had met when there were no disagreements about our bodies and no doctrinal differences. I wish we had met when the veil was not an issue and when there were no shaving blades, no hair colors and no perfumes to hide your natural smell. I wish we have met when there were no shoes to coerce our steps, no fashion and socks brands to put each of us in a certain social class. I wish we have met when there were no cars and no traffic. I wish we have met when there were no battles to be forced to see you as an unarmed knight with the heresy of currencies.

Hey, A-D-D,” she called out to Claire, “come over and try these on.

Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.

What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.

I feel the ground slipping under my feet, and just as I am about to fall off the precipice, you draw out a rope and pull me into the safety net of your embrace. That's the thing - I can never trust you to rescue me, and yet you do. Unfailingly.

The bond of love is supernatural.

If you want to know the real reasons behind that attitude, think of the thought behind that attitude

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.

Being married or being in a close relationship is not based on how quickly you can get offended but on how you are ready to drop the offences, get over it and move ahead.

Kindness is like a warm blanket of snow, softly covering and gently touching the heart.

I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart.""Pshaw." It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart?"He smiled a slow, devastating smile. "You are my heart." He lifted her hand and kissed it. "And our hearts beat in tune. I know it—I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it.

I am trying to get lost in me.To dream, to feel, to see, to be.

It’s the same with people who say, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.

You'll may not have all the things you'll want in the world, but the true love that you'll have for each other should be enough for you two to be thankful in life still.

The secret is love is a chaotic mess of every emotion we humans have given a name to.

After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.

…a writer, like most artists, needs a partner who can act as the fuel to his artistic mind and soul, yet has the great ability to sober him up and help him be in sync with the non-artistic part of his soul.

Pick a sunset, and we'll ride off into it together.

You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.

The best way to appreciate God is to appreciate His creation

Love evoke powerful force of divinity in every man.

There is nothing wrong with being a puppet if love is the one pulling the strings.

Is this different? Does love make lovemaking better? Does Nick feel this holy consummation, this wonder and beauty, this eternity, the way I do? Or is sex simply like this, designed by Nature to fool us all into multiplying?

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...

A weed is but an unloved flower.

Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. I’m going to help you forgive the things that you won’t let yourself forget.

No matter what the hatred is, preserve the possibility of peace and always have room for forgiveness.

Acceptance of death and cancer did not mean I intended to give up, just the opposite. I was prepared to fight cancer not out of fear of dying, but out of joy of living.

I was sixteen, and I honestly believed I was due a love story.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

Nothing in her life makes sense.All she craves is for the pieces of the puzzle to fit together again.She is sure one day it will happen. She just doesn’t know when.She can’t fight injustice alone– for that, she needs her friends.

Love and loss come in equal measure.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

But I don't know, in the end, what deserts, chasms, achievements, virtues, and beauties have to do with love. We can love for so many different, and paradoxical, qualities in the object of our love--for strength or for weakness, for beauty or for ugliness, for gaiety or for sadness, for sweetness or for bitterness, for goodness or for wickedness, for need or for impervious independence. Then, if we wonder from what secret springs in ourselves gushes our love, our poor brain goes giddy from speculation, and we wonder what is all meaning and worth. Is it our own need that makes us lean toward and wish to succor need, or is it our strength? What way would our strength, if we had it, incline our heart? Do we give love in order to receive love, and even in the transport or endearment carry the usurer's tight-lipped and secret calculation, unacknowledged even by ourselves? Or do we give with an arrogance after all, a passion for self-definition? Or do we simply want a hand, any hand, a human object, to clutch in the dark on the blanket, and fear lies behind everything? Do we want happiness, or is it pain, pain as the index of reality, that we, in the chamber of our heart, want?Oh, if I knew the answer, perhaps then I could feel free.

Growing up seems easier for men, maybe because their rites of passage are clearer. They perform acts of bravery on the battlefield or show they're men through physical labor or by making money. For women, it's more confusing. We have no rites of passage. Do we become women when a man first makes love to us? If so, why do we refer to it as a loss of virginity? Doesn't the word 'loss' imply that we are better off before? I abhor the idea that we become women only through the physical act of a man. No, I think we become women when we learn what is important in our lives, when we learn to give and to take with a loving heart.

I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.

Love is the greatest debt to be in…but is not meant to bankrupt you!

My friend, be careful what labels you take as truth in your life. It doesn't matter who speaks negative labels over your life, don't give them that power over you. It only matters what You take as truth in Your life! You are a magnificent unique masterpiece of the universe. Go forward and be great, strong, and powerful!- Inshan Meahjohn

We had everything: love, attention, the best money could buy, but we were taught that we had to first give to then receive.

I couldn’t comprehend why she still hadn’t stopped him because it’s clearly every mother’s responsibility to protect her children. After all, that’s the trust that bonds a mother and her child together, forever

You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen

The love of God is like himself – equal, constant, not capable of augmentation or diminution; our love is like ourselves – unequal, increasing, waning, growing, declining. His, like the sun, always the same in its light, though a cloud may sometimes interpose; ours, as the moon, has its enlargements and straightenings.

Love and learn from everyone,but follow your heart,and your inner conviction.

Your life is a reflection of your thoughts and actions--what will you reflect?