Love Quotes - Page 534

For what Luc was in fact proposing was just a game, an enticing game, but, even so, one that could destroy my undoubtedly quite genuine feelings for Bertrand; and it could destroy something else within me, something ill-defined but fiercely felt, which, whether I liked it or not, was opposed to transience. Or, at the very least, to the intentionally transient nature of what Luc what was offering. And then, even if I was able to conceive of any passion or liaison as being short-lived, I couldn't accept in advance that it had to be that way. Like any individual for whom life is a series of charades, I could bear the charades only if they were written by me, and by me alone.

Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.

Marriage is the commodification of affection, copulation, and, reproduction.

You couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world, or the person you loved.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.

Love has many names including compassion, caring, concern,friendship, kindness,goodwill, altruism and benevolence.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Neither the secret whirring song of the stars nor the sonorous canticles of the earth knew the language that sprang up in the space between us. It was a dialect of heartbeats, strung together with the lilt of long suffering and the incandescent hope of an infinite future.

I’m still thanking all the stars, one by one.

Of course, when you fall out of love, it’s rarely about just one failure or one betrayal, is it? . . . How does it happen? All those things you once loved about each other are replaced by other things that remind you of something you hate until you’re always setting each other off, and what you share is a battleground. In the end, the failure turns out to be less about sex—which surprises most men—and more about loss of respect. One morning your partner looks at you across the bed and wonders at the waywardness of her own heart—how, she asks herself, can she feel such disdain for someone she once felt such love?

It's amazing how close you are to your essential self as a kid, he thought, and how far from it you drift the more you strive to be loved.

Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time.

Love is merely a combination between infatuation and confusion.

Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

To dream of love & wake up beside your lover is divinity itself

And I loved you I loved you so There were times I forgot to breathe Waiting for the phone call For the sound of your voice Touching me places You couldn't touch For the miles between us. And I loved you Like a forest loves the spring Waiting for the smallest signs Of you coming back And breathing life back into me Warming me up On my brightest fields And my darkest valleys But you stayed away. And I loved you But fate seemed to have Different plans for us. I guess now I see that It was a one-sided love Peeking through The large glasses of a binocular I am here, so very close But you are far-far-away...

Can we share my eyes so you can see what I see?Can we share my ears so you can hear what I hear?Can you perch on my shouldersso you can go where I go?Always in my heart, I don’t experience anything separate from you.This shared wonderment becomes doubled.This shared love becomes infinite.

it tooklosing himto finally findmyself.It tooklosing hima second timeto be sureof myself.thatwas myfirst actofself-love.

Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.

you calls it Possesiveness,i calls it Fear Of Loosing You.

I left smiles on your wordless lipsThe night roads- dismal and narrow,dream’s path remains shadowy wideas our lone hearts felt that arrowFrom the Poem 'My Tomorrow

You are the dreamBut I’ve had wake up calls

But I believe in true love, you know? Idon’t believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

You're like a madnessinside me, a fever I can't cure.

Wine comes in at the mouth and love comes in at the eye that's all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die.

Look for mein sleepless nights,among the stars,I’ll be your guiding star...Look for mein the moments of happiness,on a green field,I’ll be your joy....

Love is an unconditional gift, and not a bargain.

Love is like a pair of polarized sunglasses, making every color seem more vivid, richer, warmer. Without it we stare at the world dull-eyed and flinch at the thought it might remain the same forever.

Treat everyone with profound respect, love, and kindness.

The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter.

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

But love...it's only an illusion. A story one makes up in one's mind about another person. And one knows all the time it isn't true. Of course one knows why one's always taking care not to destroy the illusion.

I didn't want him to be the one I avoided because he'd hurt me. If I was just his friend, then I would still be blessed. If that meant swallowing my pride and being his shoulder when he got hurt, or being the one he ranted at when he was angry; I was prepared to do it and to do it with dignity.

The man loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him.

She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.

Everyday should be Christmas. Christ first loved us, we ought to love one another.

Half the headaches in a man’s life involve a women and half the heartaches in a women life are because of a men.

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo

To love is the never ending purpose of life. To care is our endless sense if duty.To be kind to everyone is a divine beauty.

Increase your happiness and the joy you experience every day through humour and laughter.

What is your heart worth to you? The answer is ‘everything’. Our hearts are worth the World.

Excuse me,’ I said cheerily. ‘Is the job still going?’ I pointed to the notice.‘Of course,’ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was about where this could lead to. ‘We need all the hands we can get.’I looked at the tight swell of his shirt against his chest, and thought, 'Mmm, yes, I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

When two souls are united as one the universe itself is powerless to separate them.

It felt natural, somehow, to be beside him—natural and reassuring—like coming home after a long journey to finally sleep in your own bed.

To love life is to love all of life; the suffering, the joy, the pain, the magnificence...all of it!

I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped me hang these stalks, I think. His hands touched these tender leaves, just as they touch me.

The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.

Forgiveness is a process, an admittedly difficult one that often can feel like a rigorous spiritual practice.

Inevitable is not the same as immediate, Sieh--and love does not mandate forgiveness.

...to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

A simple truth delivered in kindness may be the impetus that ignites a passionate fire in another’s soul and goes on to become the source of motivation for positive change.

She wished him at her side this very moment. If only to turn it all to rights by doing his very best to turn it all to ruin.

Our hearts may be strong and resilient against the trials of life, but they become weak and fragile against the trials of love.

Deep down many of us experience a vast discrepancy between what we're taught we should feel about sex and how we actually feel.

Yes, love your family, and also love your friends. For some friends are truly family. Love the people in your life. Love them without measure. And don’t worry about spoilage. Potatoes spoil, people don’t spoil.

Whatever you do, do with love to be the success and to find the joy.

Your sketch is beyond the imagination, it’s beyond thevast sea with full of emotion. A wide space is there between the two, a space of freedom, space of flexibility, though they were quite close to each other, but they are not restricted to anything. When you restrict your mind, your relation starts taking a reverse direction’. Once again, the letter reminded me of Neha’s emotion, her attachments for me…