Love Quotes - Page 561

In suiting the action to the words, however, I perceived that the stars were all wrong.That was my undoing. I had looked up unthinkingly, anticipating the familiar, and, finding it gone, began to cry like a baby. Whereupon Peter stopped the gig and took me in his arms, kissing me so that my face was soon sore both from kissing and crying.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.

Before I saw you, I hadn’t cared for anyone for . . . well, for the good part of a century, and it felt like my heart had been permanently disconnected. I wasn’t even looking anymore. And without expecting anything . . . without any hope at all, suddenly you were here.

Your life is full of purpose, push past the set back and press into the set up.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief….Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

There is no saint here. I have attained wisdom from life's experiences... the positive, the negative, the destructive, the nourishing. I have been medicine and I have been poison. I've learned a lot about heaven from aligning with angels and I learned a lot about hell from acting like a devil. I offer my scars... what you call "wisdom"... as insight I have gathered from my comfort of living within both the light and the shadow.

Its foolishness to claim that one is faithful towards God, when one is habitual of breaking the trust of those who love and respect him.

I asked if you was pleased.’‘Course I’m pleased! You think I’d be mad if I wasn’t pleased?’‘You don’t make a lick of sense,’ he says, but he is smiling now and he takes a step closer to me.

We must reprogram ourselves to understand that cooperation is a higher principle than competition.

Sometimes moving on is the only way to move on.

We, humans, have come up with so many superficialities that are completely unnecessary for our existence and happiness on earth.

Wake up each morning celebrating. Navigate through your day with a celebratory attitude and end each day in celebration.

Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship.

All they had to do was let go, and they'd be free. But they held on.

Make every day a positive day. Make it joyful and beautiful in every way.

The best foundation for relationships to grow, flourish, and succeed is a deep-rooted friendship.

God will only reveal Himself to you when you begin to regard His people

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

In love with myself, that is what people say I am. It doesn’t surprise me, for how could they notice that I can love when I love only you; how could anyone else suspect it when I love only you? In love with myself. Why? Because I’m in love with you, because it is you I love, you alone, and all that truly belongs to you, and it is thus I love myself, because this, my self, belongs to you, so that if I ceased loving you I would cease loving myself. What then is, in the eyes of the profane world, an expression of the greatest egoism, is for your initiated eyes the expression of purest sympathy; what in the profane eyes of the world is an expression of the most prosaic self-preservation, is for your sacred sight the expression of the most enthusiastic self-annihilation.”―Johannes de Silentio, from_Either/Or: A Fragment of Life_

The driving desires of human hearts are to be loved and appreciated.

I think there were times when I was so afraid of losing you that I forgot I even had you at all.

Then you know. You know what it's like to love someone like you love yourself and lose them.

Businesses, like babies and books, need nurturing, time, energy, love, planning and, yes, money to develop, grow and prosper.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

To be recipient to God’s love on earth is to share a deep, intrinsic need to love and be loved

Let's gather the world in a game of love with the goal of kicking our tears past Eternity & she'll kick the earth into humanity.

Life is not defined by what you achieve, but what you give.

Once we come to understand why we must love each other, it becomes easier for us to love.

the worst thing," he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

I do love you. And I never gave you anything less than everything I had to give. - Jenna Baker

A beautiful woman is a practical poet, taming her savage mate, planting tenderness, hope and eloquence in all whom she approaches.

I could tell you, but you should never trust what someone says about themselves. It’s something you need to see for yourself.

A while ago, I wished upon a shooting star that one day I’d find someone to love…and now holding you in my arms makes me realize that wishes really do come true,

He pulled the gun from his waist, running it along my cheek and back down to my lips. I blinked back the tears at sick game. He finally stopped the gun at my temple, my pulse fighting against the pressure of the cold metal of the gun.“Do you think you are a good person, Kendall?”“No, not at all,” I said, swallowing down the misery of my honest answer.“Really?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in confusion. “Are you afraid to die?”I wished I could spit in his face for making everything so hard. I wished he would just pull the trigger and end it already. But a small part of me was begging and pleading internally that he wouldn’t shoot me.“No, I’m not afraid to die,” I admitted, I closed my eyes and the tears fell quickly. “I’m not afraid of much in life. I’ve seen too much to be scared.”He let out a sigh. I opened my eyes. He pulled the gun away from me.“Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone so miserable?”I looked away. Even in death I was pitiful.

LXXIXWhen I die, I want your hands on my eyes.I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once moreLI want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.I want what I love to continue to live,and you whom I love and sang above everything else.to continue to flourish, full-flowered.So that you can reach everything my love directs you to. So that my shadow can travel along in your hair,so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

I didn’t understand what was supposed to happen from our swinging, but the need to make her happy bloomed in my chest.

When you try to persistently abolish hatred,at that very moment...you lose focus on love.

If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty.

-Paint-My girlfriend is so besotted that she can't take her eyes off me. After we've turned out the light she puts on her night-vision goggles, and watched me as I sleep. Quite often I am woken by her sighing and involuntary yelps of happiness. This has been going on for years, and is showing no sign of abating. Once I asked her to stop all this infra-red activity, but it didn't really work; I'd wake up to find her covering me in luminous paint, and softly whispering, 'Sometimes I wonder if you know how much I love you.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to choose between your loved ones, knowing that whatever you decided, you would have to lie to one of them?’‘Yes. More than once.’ Elijah’s words sounded far too cold in the sudden silence. His finely chiselled face tensed up and his eyes grew cold. ‘And before you ask, I chose you every time.

Love keeps heart warm.

If you know how to open doors with just a smile, you must need your teeth capped every six months

My story being done,She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:She swore,––in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange;'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'dThat heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,I should but teach him how to tell my story.And that would woo her.

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes.

Then she did something so unexpected Nico would later think he dreamed it. She walked up to Nico, who was standing to one side in the shadows, as usual. She grabbed his hand and pulled him gently into the firelight. ‘We had one home,’ she said. ‘Now we have two.’ She gave Nico a big hug and the crowd roared with approval. For once, Nico didn’t feel like pulling away. He buried his face in Reyna’s shoulder and blinked the tears out of his eyes.

We don’t ask when people age out of singing, or eating ice cream; why would we stop making love?

Not a world I can give, but a peek of what my world looks like when you're in it.

And the love in their eyes set the world on fire.

In love everything changes, and continues changing all the time. There is no stillness, no stopped clock of the heart in which the moment of happiness holds forever, but only the constant whirring forward motion of desire and need, rising and falling, falling and rising, full of doubts then certainties that moment by moment change and become doubts again.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

One's own form of sensibility is not not necessarily another's. Common sense is not so common.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

Giving with love is more rewarding for the giver's heart and mind than the receiver

Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.

I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they look delicate but aren't, really. From a single postcard she sent me when traveling with her family two summers ago. I remember what my name looks like in her handwriting.

Love by its very nature is extravagant, but we poor human beings, so caught up in fear and worry, limit the very love we were created to bring into the world.

Imagine, then think, then desire, then dream, then act to achieve and it will be yours.