Quotes About Beloved

Escape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you.

No, we are not greater than he, nor should we suppose that fellowship with him who was well acquainted with grief will come through a life of ease. As the apostle Peter counseled us: Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you: But rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy (1 Peter 4:12-13).

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

Mi mundo querido - murmuró-, eres muy hermoso y me alegra vivir en tí

The opposite of innocence is not sin. Dearly beloved, the opposite of innocence is strength.

Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father's coffers.

el amor es el anhelo de querer y preservar el objeto querido.

It is that happy stretch of time when the lovers set to chronicling their passion. When no glance, no tone of voice is so fleeting but it shines with significance. When each moment, each perception is brought out with care, unfolded like a precious gem from its layers of the softest tissue paper and laid in front of the beloved — turned this way and that, examined, considered.

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain willful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

What prevents us from loosening our grip on love is simply a lack of knowledge. This is what can make unrequited love so vicious. By denying us the chance to grow close to the beloved, we cannot tire of them in the cathartic and liberating manner that is the gift of requited love. It isn't their charms that are keeping us magnetized; it is our lack of knowledge of their flaws.

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain wilful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

If the fall into love happened so rapidly, is it perhaps because the wish to love has preceded the beloved? The need invented the solution. The appearance of the beloved is only the second stage of a prior but largely unconscious need to love someone.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers…for fear will rob him of all if he gives too much

Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

No sacrifice which a lover would make for his beloved is too great for us to make for our enemy.

Angelica. My beloved daughter, the one true good thing I have done in this life.

Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean

You're not first, but you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean.

Beauty belongs to the beloved who returns the gaze, in whose eyes we see the sun. But in this . . . beauty, in the mutual gaze, also lies the beginning of terror --awe, idealization, overstimulation, violation, loss.

You are not alone, she thought. Don't be afraid. You are beloved.

My debt to you, Belov

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

It's very hard when I've seen a couple of people very beloved in my life with terrible degenerative diseases.