Quotes About Love

There is a great force in renunciation of power that those who are blinded by the lust for domination cannot understand because those who truly love do not desire power.

Maerad, our world is full of sorrow and evil," he said. "But there is also beauty and light and love. You must remember that.

I don't deserve that,' said Cadvan. 'Love isn't about deserving. It just is.

Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

You have a great heart, but will only find it to be so through great pain. This is the wisdom of love, and its doubtful gift. . . . I have endured much suffering and still remain unbitter and unclosed.

Never be ashamed of your love," he said gently. "The only thing to be ashamed of is denying your love. That is what makes the shadow grow within your heart; that is the darkening of the Light. And we all have many loves.

Love is never easy. We begin by loving the things we can, according to our stature, but it is not long before we find that what we love is other than ourselves and that our love is no protection against being wounded. Do we then speak to dominate what we love, to make it bend to our will, to stop it from hurting us even though to do so is to betray love? And that is only where the difficulty begins..

Some say an army of horsemen some an army on foot others say ships laden for war are the fairest things on earth. But I say the fairest sight on this dark earth is the face of the one you love. Nor is it hard to understand: love has humbled the hearts of the proudest queens. And I would rather see you now stepping over my threshold than any soldier greaved in gold or any iron-beaked ship.

I think you are a liar because you think you know what is true. You think you feel what is true. But you do not yet know what you do feel and what you do know. Your desire and do not take; you love and are too afraid to feel your love; you conceal your vanity and pettiness from yourself; you are afraid to look into your soul and see what you are. That iis why i think you are a liar.

There is no shame in loving: it is the sign of a generous heart, and pain the price of an open soul.

To love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.

None of these monsters are evil. It's the evil of others that makes them powerful. Beaten down by the world, shunned, robbed of what they love, they don't curl up and die. They don't apologize. They fight back. They get bigger, stronger, more terrifying. You are a monster. We all are. Be grateful for THAT.

a couple with a missing child, like any couple anywhere with any missing child. They have nothing.

Those comic book conventions where they dress up as characters and fully commit to the roles, the online games where they waste entire days in a cartoon landscape, spending play money and living out alternate identities, even falling in love . . . You have to have one foot in childhood to commit to pretending that intensely, and they do. These kids do. Anyway,

I'd never watched The Bachelor myself and was basing everything on preconceptions. But somehow the idea of all these intelligent young women competing pageant-style for the love of some blandly handsome pharmaceutical sales rep who kept talking about his "journey.

Slowly he turned into the curve of her palm, cut lip pressed against her skin. She heard two whispered words, felt them kissed into her flesh: amore mio. My love. Two words: the shock of them held her still.

He gave me a message for you." She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth. "What is it?" "That you are in his blood." I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood. "Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

In the steady light of her power,she pressed a kiss upon his mouth and breathed two words into the soft caress."Amore mio." She felt his arms circle her,his lips curling into a smile against her own. "In Russian," she added ,"it is lyubov moya.

Even without the Grand Reclaimer bond, Helen, you are my heartbeat. My pulse. You are the fire in my blood and the laughter in my soul.

The course of love was never straight.

Yet what I had learned is that love is a leap of faith. A leap that not only takes your towards the person you love but also towards the truth of yourself. Whom you love and how you love them will tell you more about yourself than anything else in this world.

was also true that after I learned about coverture from my reading, I became less and less inclined to hand over my half of our inherited fortune and all my legal and property rights—including the rights of my own body—to a husband. It would have to be a grand love, indeed, for me to willingly merge so completely with a man that I was all but legally obliterated.

I had never loved with such devotion. From what I had seen, it brought only suffering.