Love Quotes - Page 439

Lust. It’s not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It’s not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It’s weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.

The Story Is Always ThereSometimes you don't need to talk to someone to see how they feel. You don't need to ask about their story. Some people have it written on their faces and you just have to take the time to read.

O world, world when I was younger I thought there was some order governing you and your deeds. But now you seem to be a labyrinth of errors, a frightful desert, a den of wild beasts, a game in which men move in circles…a stony field, a meadow full of serpents, a flowering but barren orchard, a spring of cares, a river of tears, a sea of suffering, a vain hope.

We don’t smile, but we something. We something. It hurts, the way a deep connection to someone who isn’t yours sometimes does.

Loving yourself costs nothing, but not loving yourself could cost you everything.

The teachings of the Mage Guild were that none of these others was real, no one else and nothing anywhere was real, that everything around him was merely a shadow born of Alain's own illusions. He had accepted that wisdom—until he had met Mari. In a world where nothing was allowed to change, Alain had been changed.He could let himself feel emotions again. He had learned what it meant to help someone else. He had learned what a friend was. He had forgotten what love was. Until he had fallen in love.

Everything good starts with caring.

Time spent doing whatever it is you do to escape your daily life would be better spent acquiring a life that needs no escape.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

The enlightened worry less than others,quarrel less than others,fight less than others,transgress less than others;care more than others,give more than others,and love more than others.

When you love someone, you don’t care that she ate your sandwich. You only hope she found it delicious.

One should remember that where nobody flees, there is no pursuer: that where there are no little fish, there can be no big ones. Why does the girl not require her lover a noble and honoured name, a manly heart to protect her weakness, and a resolute spirit which will not be satisfied with engendering slaves? Let her discard all fear, behave nobly and yield not her youth to the weak and faint-hearted.

Every day People straighten up the hair, why not the heart?

All questions have a basis in love. All answers lead to LOVE. If you can color everything in love, you have all the colors in the world.

All I want to do is, help you rebuild yourself.Restructure your devastated heart. For Iknow, it's impossible to build the exact sameshrine once destroyed in a place but at leastyou can make a garden of bliss over awreckage

When we’re in nature, we move toward what elicits our best qualities. When we need a boost of confidence, joy, courage, or love, we’re attracted to those flowers that evoke those qualities within us. After spending time around trees and flowers, we actually feel different; we can feel all kinds of positive qualities rising up within us. Those qualities are already within us, but it’s being in nature that wakes up those feelings inside us and remind us—with a visceral experience—of who we are.

I hope you know I love you, not just because I tell you so at every opportunity, but because I show you so as often as the sun sets.

Anger has strength, hate has might, but love has power.

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

That's life for you," said MacDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

To learn, read; to understand, participate.

My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany.My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.

Others have seen and experienced the good, the bad, and the ugly, and their experiences serve as models you can learn from.

We are born to be loved, we live to be loved, and we die to be loved; so life is for love.

That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.

Be helpful after you think, be smart before you create your own personality and be thoughtful after making friends.

You can NEVER be poor by giving and showing love to others.

It is not that I am very intelligent, but I try to understand with love.

Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots. But it’s still the eyes we look at, isn’t it? That’s where we found the other person, and find them still.

Love" is a brilliant defying logic that thrives on human weaknesses!

Kane wondered if any man in her life had really noticed how beautiful she was.

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

I dream of you every day. I make up scenarios where everything is forgiven, where everything is fixed. Deep down I know our situation is unfixable, and even worse - you don't want it. But I do. I want it so bad I look past your wrongdoings. I forgive you even though you never apologized. I'm just a fool. A fool made for your amusement. Forever yours.

This is, perhaps, the greatest challenge of our time – to love in the absence of any immediate rewards for our love.

I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak.

To have loved, to have lost and to be so empty when love is forgotten and not shared is an empty heart that's always whispering "fill me"~bns

Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.

When learning for self-growth, a problem many people have is that they memorize what they learn, but do not always think, apply, adapt and repeat what they learn

The strongest force in our universe is not overriding power, but love.

Wonderful YouLove you for being so meaningful, i my meaningless life,Love you for being so true, even when my life was a complete lie,Love you for being so strong, when i was weak within,Love you for being so natural, when i was being artificial,Love you for being an end to my pain ,Love you for being the strength that i regain,Love you for all the colors in life,Love you for all that matters in my life,Love you for being my power,Love you for being my saver,

Jenna is the kind of beautiful that I can get lost in. Lost from all the fucked-up-ness in my head. She’s the kind of beautiful that laughs at all my non funny jokes because she gets me. She’s the kind of beautiful that’ll put me in my place without batting an eye. Jenna is the kind of beautiful that can transform a non believing man like me into a man who wants more. A man who can fall hard, stumbling over his own two feet because he’s so tangled up in her.

Jenny," he whispered. "My Jenny.

Everyone I've ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people''Find my people?''Your tribe

Whatever you've been doing with the girls or women your age won't cut it.

...a woman, silent, voiceless, a mere woman who didn't bear on her shoulders the enormous responsibility of building the conquest with her words. A woman, who, contrary to what would be expected, felt relief in reclaiming her condition of submission, for it was a much more familiar sensation to be an object at the service of men than to be a creator of destiny

I am getting tired of feeling disappointed. I am getting tired of other people trying to always take my kindness for weakness, I sure don't deserve it. I should assume responsibility and become cold to others and warm to myself. Some call it self loving, other selfishness... I call it respect. Why to give less that what is being given? Maybe I am way too much for you, maybe that is your biggest fear, to feel less.

I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.

Why go with wrong, when right is an option?

You are beautiful no matter what they say, remember words can´t bring you down

They always say that the daughter will grow up to look like their mother. So, I asked my girlfriend if I could see her mother naked.Needless to say.It was a very short relationship.

I would rather a romantic relationship turn into contempt than turn into apathy. The passion in the extremities make it appear as though it once meant something. We grow from hot or cold, but lukewarm is the biggest insult.

The faintest cry is then loosened from her in a lucid expression that does announce her bestirring itch for me. Over and under each other’s lips, we now find ourselves salivating in each other’s recalescent and inundated Elysium, turning about as our hips move in a natural sequence that gives sentience to the repressed soul.

And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls. -- From Bali – The Rebirth

When you try to make others happy, happiness will follow you like your shadow forever.

Inherent in all persons does be,Love and compassion unfailingly.Give to others your love freely,And receive in turn love purely.[112]t- 4

Death is deceitful, pretending that peace is on the horizon. The truth is that chaos is left in its wake, claiming the souls of those stranded in life. Death is the enemy of love in its purest form. It's the one thing that can tear our souls out and rip our hearts to pieces. The miraculous part of this process is that all it needs to do is extinguish a single, solitary breath. That's all it takes to steal the future of someone; someone who deserves to live more than all the others. If only I could capture that breath before it was taken to replace it with my own.

That men of this kind despise women, though a not uncommon belief, is one which hardly appears to be justified. Indeed, though naturally not inclined to 'fall in love' in this direction, such men are by their nature drawn rather near to women, and it would seem that they often feel a singular appreciation and understanding of the emotional needs and destinies of the other sex, leading in many cases to a genuine though what is called 'Platonic' friendship. There is little doubt that they are often instinctively sought after by women, who, without suspecting the real cause, are conscious of a sympathetic chord in the homogenic which they miss in the normal man.

Tomorrow is the day that I finally get to chase my future. Tomorrow is the day that I make her mine again and this time, I won't ever let her push me away.

Make love to melike you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.

If love is a battlefield and we all get scars....These were my reminders…my necessary thorns.