Quotes About Essence

Love must become the essence of our being

Love is the essence of life. Without love, life does not make any sense.

Seek not outside yourself for love, because what you are looking for is what you really are.

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

Love and being in love are not the same. A woman takes the man she loves into her body and absorbs his oils and essence. A part of him enters her and becomes a part of her.

Love is the essence of life and ultimate attractive energy behind all creation.

Love is force of being.

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...

I love your roots, not the flower everybody sees!

Some people are like the fragrance of flowers!

I'm not in love, The love is within me!

Love and being in love are not the same thing. The woman takes the man she loves into her body and absorbs his oils and essence. A part of him enters her and becomes a part of her.

The things that count the most (love, joy, justice, and grace) cannot be counted.

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.

Your identity is not in who you can be. It is in who you always have been

may I be I is the only prayer

Deep within ourselves, we find the inner being, the inner source of love, which is our true nature. Love is the only reality, because only love works.

Love is like a piece of chocalate. It looks and tastes good, but it's dark. What really matters is the inside.

Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things.

Când vrei s? spui repede un lucru esenÈ›ial, nu numai c? îl spui dramatic, dar îl spui oarecum ridicol

We are, as we die, who we most were in life...

But the human form is not permanent. It was never meant to be. That gift belongs to the soul.

You do not know your own beauty, you struggle in grief, but I, I have seen it all, and I know: You yourself are the secret essence.

What she was doing, what she had just done, was for her not about frivolity, it was about the essential, about being human, living as a human being, reminding oneself of what one was, and so it mattered, and if necessary was worth a fight.