Love Quotes - Page 470

She smiled into his mouth. “That was … wow.”“It's always wow. You're wow. I'll never get enough of you, Lydia. Not after ten years in dreams; not after forever in real life.

Love is the reflection of a broken heart in a shattered mirror...

A.J. watches Maya in her pink party dress, and he feels a vaguely familiar, slightly intolerable bubbling inside of him. He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother.

Nothing humbles a beautiful woman better than not being wanted by a man whose girlfriend or wife is ugly (or not as beautiful as she is).

Those slight words and looks and touches are part of the soul's language; and the finest language, I believe, is chiefly made up of unimposing words, such as "light," "sound," "stars," "music"—words really not worth looking at, or hearing, in themselves, any more than "chips" or "sawdust." It is only that they happen to be the signs of something unspeakably great and beautiful. I am of opinion that love is a great and beautiful thing too, and if you agree with me, the smallest signs of it will not be chips and sawdust to you: they will rather be like those little words, "light" and "music," stirring the long-winding fibres of your memory and enriching your present with your most precious past.

I now have my final resting place,Your eyes.

And she had been in love enough times to rule out the possibility that this was merely some feat of nostalgia.

If you have no one, you are poor; if you have an acquaintance, you are fortunate; if you have a friend, you are privileged; if you have a lover, you are rich; if you have a soulmate, you are wealthy.

When love invades your life, it captures your heart, imprisons your mind, and frees your soul.

To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender.

Nonetheless, love is a funny thing. More specifically, second loves are a funny thing. For no matter how special that second or third or even fourth love is, no matter how much you can’t live without him, the first one always creeps in.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

One of the main roots of ungodliness is being a lover of pleasure more than a lover of God.

Music is the truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

Unfortunately, love is more often an alibi than a reason.

Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint. Once a circle that ever widens without end. Various colors it shines in our lives to paintExcelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.

Accept changes, with love, to fill life with happiness.

Start every morning by drinking a cup of love, and you will enjoy the day and love everyone.

Of course, I believe most of the older noblemen are actually bringing their sons - only ones eligible for marriage, of course - to dance with me. The consensus seems to be that I would make a pretty good catch.You aren't going to marry a boring nobleman's boring son.No?No, because if one proposes to you, he'll be eaten by morning. Dragons have very healthy appetites.Draconi don't eat people.I've been looking for a new hobby.

Love is something that is beyond us. We can't anticipate love. When, where and with whom we fall in love is coincidental and wonderful for the same reason.

There’s still a little girl inside every grown woman who would love to be able to fall into the arms of her mother and cry her eyes out every now and then.

Because what my gradmother did with her fine coat (the loveliest thing she would ever own) is what all women of that generation (and before) did for their families and their husbands and their children. They cut up the finest and proudest parts of themselves and gave it all away. They repatterned what was theirs and shaped it for others. They went without. They were the last ones to eat at supper, and they were the first ones to get up every morning, warming the cold kitchen for another day spent caring for everyone else. This was the only thing they knew how to do. This was their guiding verb and their defining principle of life: They gave.

A tiny home with love was better than a world without it.

Lesson number one, she muttered, love is beyond your grasp. Lesson two: nowhere is it written that you're guaranteed fairness. And three: there's only right and wrong.

The purpose of life is fulfilling the essence of your creation

Elizabeth was not playing for the sake of exhibiting her virtuosity: she played for joy.

Love and kindness is the source of courage.

Every time I read to her, it was like I was courting her, because sometimes, just sometimes, she would fall in love with me again, just like she had a long time ago. And that's the most wonderful feeling in the world. How many people are ever given that chance? To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over?

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?

Sometimes the heart breaks... Sometimes you break... Sometimes you break your heart by breaking yourself for someone who wouldn't do the same...

The desire for connection with the Divine and our formless inner self is at the foundation of all desire for human connection.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

sometimes the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else - Richard

How well she does everything! She reads not as if reading were the highest human activity, but as if it were the simplest possible thing, a thing even animals could do. As if she were carrying water from a well, or peeling potatoes."These reflections calmed him. A rare peace descended upon his soul. His mind stopped darting from subject to subject. He could not help smiling...

How about we meet at midnight tomorrow and try this. I close my eyes, believe in you, and there you'll be.

We dragged Linc along. His current honey is working tonight.""Still the intern?""Yeah." Helen sat on the curvy velvet chaise, made herself at home. "I'm starting to think he'sgetting serious about her.""And?""I don't know. She's a nice girl, raised well. Focused, which he could use, and independent,which I appreciate.""But he's your baby.""But he's my baby," Helen agreed. "I miss the little boy sometimes, with the scabbed knees andloose shoelaces. Still see him in that tall, gorgeous lawyer in the three-piece suit that strolls in andout of my life now. And Jesus,

Love has a timeframe all of its own and love never dies. It is eternal. There is no end. There is no rush. There is no hurrying it. It waits patiently. It waits because it knows that there is no end and that like the sea it comes and goes.

Never waste time holding grudges for people who have wronged you.Time waits for no one.Apologise when you are wrong,Express your love when you should,Forgive the ones who wronged you,And appreciate the one who makes efforts to see you smile.

When the moon kisses the stas in the silence with her lights of love, my heart dances with ecstasy and beauty of life.

We can help pave the roads of those around us, but we can't choose their direction.

i need someonewho knows struggleas well as i dosomeonewilling to hold my feet in their lapon days it is too difficult to standthe type of person who givesexactly what i needbefore i even know i need itthe type of lover who hears meeven when i do not speakis the type of understandingi demand- the type of lover i need

I don’t know much about love, but I can assure you that is not the love what we are doing.

Don't you bully me with your politeness! Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

Thinking is simply an orderly process of asking yourself questions.

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

There’s no matter here you can’t re-matter into love.

There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.

What we find to love or to hate comes to us as a substitute for something else.

Don't settle… The worst thing will be to find the man or woman that truly deserves you after you've married one who doesn't.

I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve.But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, somethingI can’t bring myself to accept. Her hair pillows my cheek and her hand on my leg is warm. I care about you, Conner, and I hate to see you hurting. I want to respond but can’tfind the pretty words I need.

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

I’ve met a man and fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I’m not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months’ time, I’ll be far away and he’ll be just a memory, but I couldn’t stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit…tGenerally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meeting are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life, then the unknown reveals itself, and our universe changes directions.

I have always debated Vijay on the presence of god, that god is not real, fake. I do not know why it felt strange there. I think the people who follow their dreams, the people who do what they love and the people who are truly happy. They have presence of god inside them, they are just normal people like me, but they know what happiness is, they know what love is, they know the meaning of life. They are their own god, they guide themselves, and they show themselves the path and live the life of their own choices.

When you truly love someone, you want to please and honor them by the way you act. How you treat someone shows whether or not you really care about them.

May you always find your intuitive voice and may the language of your intuition sing.

And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.

He started to estrange her... And they became strangers Who knew each other's heart, So broken as they drifted apart.

Right now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.

Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much.

He cubbed her in his arms to sleep,even her demons snored that night ~