Quotes About Love

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Love is the language that we all share at a global level, the emotion that motivates our whole lives. For me, music is more my preferred source of consolation and inner richness. It's a tool for opening up our hearts and minds, helping us to overcome difficulties and instilling trust and positivity.

I love you. ... they are the three most abused and underused words in the English language.

Viewpoints and skin color don't matter to the Savior. He brought salvation to all manking.

What was true love, anyway? What did the fabric of it feel like? Rough? Smooth? Velvety soft? Would she recognize it immediately, or would she have to browse awhile? Would true love fit her perfectly or be like a store-bought gown in need a alterations?

Perhaps she's in love with the last memory she has of you.

The colonel reached up and brushed a curl back from Carrie's cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His gentle touch was healing salve for her aching heart. His eyes held hers for several long seconds. Then in seemingly one smooth motion, he dropped his hand and stood. "Good night, Miss Bell—er, Carrie Ann." He gave her a polite little bow, but his eyes held a certain light. He genuinely cared about her.

Peyton had been considering little else since leaving Winchester. He hated the thought of his arrangement with Carrie ending. He couldn't imagine her going off on her own, unprotected and vulnerable. What's more, the idea of another man holding Carrie in his arms, kissing her … Peyton felt a vein begin to throb in his neck. Unacceptable!

Peyton gathered Carrie Ann in his arms and the couple began to waltz. What a fine sight they made, Carrie gazing adoringly up into Peyton's smiling face. He held her gently yet possessively, as if she were a rare treasure, which indeed she was. And then … mercy! The rascal kissed her right on the mouth.

But then why, when talking on the phone, did they quarrel, on average at least once every four sentences? Maybe, though the inspector, it was an effect of the distance between them becoming less and less tolerable with each passing day, since as we grow old - for every now and then one must, yes, look reality in the eye and call things by their proper names - we feel more keenly the need to have the person we love beside us.

Lo sai perchè su di te soffia il ghibli? Perchè tu sei il deserto. Il vento fa scomparire le orme appena stampate sul tuo corpo. Non credere che queste mie parole siano dettate da rancore, gelosia o altro. Nascono solo dal bene che ti ho voluto. Ti auguro non che tu possa trovare la felicità, ma che nel tuo deserto possa accadere il miracolo di un'oasi. Addio, Laura

Gli ho chiesto come andava con Laurie; lui ha detto "Ci facciamo del male in ogni modo possibile, e non appena uno dei due accenna ad andarsene l'altro gli corre dietro come un povero masochista, non c'è verso che la cosa si risolva.

You think intercourse is a private act it's not, it's a social act. Men are sexually predatory in life and women are sexually manipulative. When two individuals come together and leave their gender outside the bedroom door, then they make love.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

When someone loves you, they always think you're beautiful. Those who don't see your beauty can't really see you at all.

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

Love took prisoners no matter what the circumstances; it broke open the heart with no regard for consequences.

more than ever, she knew the only thing that really mattered was being with the ones you love.

But I know my real fear about your growing older is not only about the millions of things that could happen. It is about how afraid I am of what I imagine as the inevitable separation that will come between us. I don't know why I am so convinced it will happen, but I am afraid that it will, and I am already mourning the loss of these days when you had no choice but to love me.

Our staunch ideals of how we will raise our children get significantly reshaped by those very kids once they're here in the world running us ragged, wearing down our defenses, leaving us no choice but to embark on that slippery slope and say, "Just this once!" to stop the whining.

we all just figure this out as we go along. There's no textbook, there's no rules, there's no right way to love her. You just feel what you feel, you just love her the only way you know how.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live