Love Quotes - Page 480

You cannot love God and tolerate evil. Psalm 97:10.

He unclenched his fists and dropped her worries, unable to catch them for her. But she picked them back up and dusted them off. She wants to be able to hold them herself now.

He is the only man she has ever loved, and he has dumped her like ballast. She needs to find an explanation that does not make her a fool and him an animal, but every thought of him is a knife turning in the wound love made.

It was a sin. Kissing a guy who wasn't betrothed to her was wrong in every way. Everyone knew that. It was haram. Forbidden. You would go to hell for that...

The moment we refuse to hurt others because of our own pain, is the time we evolve as souls.

Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

Reincarnation is when I tell a girl I write spiritual books and she thinks I'm a monk. She has a medieval soul.

It all comes down to that one person you always think about before you fall asleep at night. And text "Good Morning" as soon as you wake up.

It seems as you'll never know the rights of it; but that doesn't hinder there being a rights, Master Marner, for all it's dark to you and me.''No,' said Silas, 'no; that doesn't hinder. Since the time the child was sent to me and I've come to love her as myself, I've had light enough to trusten by; and now she says she'll never leave me, I think I shall trusten until I die.

I love fictional characters...they can't break your heart.

A picture is worth a thousand words, but the way I paint I'm going to need to contact an editor. Even if I were to abstractly paint the phrase "I love you," it would be the visual equivalent of Joyce's Ulysses.-James Lee Schmidt and Jarod Kintz

I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.

I will not just love you till death.I will love you for eternity,this life and the next.

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm, and in those times of trouble when you are most alone, the memory of love will bring you home.

It was as though God's hand was reaching down to Anna, and she was reaching her hands to Harvey and Joe, creating a circle of love.

The greatest treasures are not found in museums, but in our hearts.

The reward for all battles should always be greater than the sacrifice you have to make.

We all experience highs and lows in life. If you are feeling down right now, each second that passes is another moment to turn it all around. Feelings, good and bad, always come and go. The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. When you stop expecting people and situations to be perfect, you can start appreciating them for who and what they are. Imperfections are important, and so are mistakes. We get to be good by learning from our mistakes and we get to be real by being imperfect.

Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.

If more people recognized the difference between friendship and mere attraction, or how love must partake of both to prosper, I expect there'd be more happy people." "And a lot fewer poems and plays," I said, laughing as I splashed about in the scented water.

I don’t have any fancy story,about the way we fell in love.It was that one awkward move,and the next I remember, I was looking at you.I don’t have any fancy allegory,about how we decided to marry,It was over the deck of that cruise,that you made an awkward move,And the next I remember, I conceived in your eye,some purer truth,and I was looking at you.I don’t have any fancy history,about how I know you so deeply,It always was that one awkward move,which I have trusted to pursue.Who said lovers are complex?All you need is their,one awkward move.Their soul in an instant,is engulfed,In that one tick of drool.That’s all what love is,that one awkward move,which is only meant only for you.

When he comes back, I'm sticking to him like moss to a stone. You're going to have to cut me off with a knife to get us separated.

All I can think is that I want her more than anything. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything, ever.

A smile costs nothing.So don't waste it!

LinesI die but when the grave shall pressThe heart so long endeared to theeWhen earthy cares no more distressAnd earthy joys are nought to me.Weep not, but think that I have pastBefore thee o'er the sea of gloom.Have anchored safe and rest at lastWhere tears and mouring can not come.'Tis I should weep to leave thee hereOn that dark ocean sailing drearWith storms around and fears beforeAnd no kind light to point the shore.But long or short though life may be'Tis nothing to eternity.We part below to meet on highWhere blissful ages never die.

The Knife of betrayal tease from back and this Que prick every sec deep in heart why you get this pain from that person whom you love and intention to love every sec as crazy.when did not get Ans its create anger inside for self.And no one can't understand how this anger kills every day thousand time

Then, by your definition... I'm in love with you.

The most important relationship in your life should be your relationship with yourself.

Nothing spices up one's sex life like having a partner.

It's not worth losing your soul to win a guy.

I thought of writing a summary about you, but when I finished it was a book.

LOVE is the most powerful human force!! Let's practice it to improve the fate of humanity!First self love,then love to others and our environment.LOVE is humble,patient,humble patient,charming,it's wonderful feeling!

If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn't love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

To understand the language of love and peace, listen to the silence.

Judgment should never enter into the hearts and minds of others while observing another in a pain that cannot be understood.

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.

According to the strange mathematics of the god of mutual affinity, the shadows that clouded their pasts when united became only half as dense instead of darker. - The World And The Door

Sometimes even a "Yes" can be fatal for our Souls

It's been written that a lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.

You never can give without receiving it.

Kindness alchemizes the soul, and a sweeter, richer life is the delicious result.

I'm sorry for ignoring you but that's all I can do. Iloveyou

May your heart be melted with faith, love and hope.

Kindness is the universal language of pure love, so let us express ourselves with kindness.

When he thought of her, it rather amazed him, that he had let that girl with her violin go. Now, of course, he saw that her self-effacing proposal was quite irrelevant. All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them. Love and patience- if only he had had them both at once- would surely have seen them both through.

I'll never see Ivy alive again.But she's still everywhere. In every drop of bubbling swamp water. In every leaf hanging from every tree. In every speck of swamp mud. In every blade of grass. In every gift she left behind for me: two sacks of miscellaneous objects, a grass bracelet, her home, her love, and my life.A swamp angel named Ivy lived in my backyard. And now she doesn't.But wherever she is, I know she's watching me.Just like the angel she's always been.

I have yet to discover if you will be my salvation or my demise.

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

I believe that thoughts and feelings reside on the same nerve-ending…they are called heartstrings

Be kind! Go and burn the world with the fire of your love.

All I have ever wanted, needed, dreamed and desired is contained within you.

It was that wisdom to us when it can no longer do any good

Anyway, the trick is simply this: No matter what happens, keep your heart open. Wide open. The heart is made of love, and love is indestructible, and only the arrogance of ego would presume that it requires protection. To open your heart is to reduce your ego, and this is the only magic that is ever required to experience the naked truth.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

It has always been simple, but making it hard was always your way of avoiding pain. If you want to change your life, you have to change what you are doing. It wasn't his fault, her fault, their fault or the circumstances. It was your inability to choose. So, life chose for you. Somewhere in that crazy mind of yours time stopped. You thought someone would rescue you, but they didn't. You have to rescue yourself. This is not a fire you can put out; you have to walk through it, in order to reach life. Getting burned is apart of growth, didn't you know?

I found the missing piece. It is you.

Do you know how when you're moving really fast in a car, and you're looking at the road, you get sick, but if you look at the trees you're fine? She's my trees, man.

Home is

Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I’ve become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.

How can you love anyone without loving yourself first?