Quotes About Love

With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.

Love isn't a steadfast dog at all; love is more like a pygmy mouse lemur. Yes, that's exactly what love is: a tiny, jittery primate with eyes that are permanently peeled open in fear. For those of you who cannot quite picture a pygmy mouse lemur, imagine a miniature Don Knotts or Steve Buscemi wearing a fur coat.

Don't be wasting your sympathy on me, kid. I did pretty damn well, I'll tell you what. You snag a woman like that, you don't ask what you did to deserve it. You just hope she never wises up and changes her mind.

This will mark the third time that an arrow has entered my chest. The first time brought me to Marianne Engel. The second time separated us. The third time will reunite us.

My words were Egyptian hieroglyphics before the discovery of the Rosetta stone; my words were wounded soldiers limping home, guns spent, from a lost battle; my words were dying fish, flipping hysterically as the net is opened and the pile spreads across the boat deck like a slippery mountain trying to become a prairie. My words were, and are, unworthy of Marianne Engel.

She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth. "I don't want to die," she whispered, "but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts.

That kind of love was a thing to be snatched up and crushed in the jaws of real life.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

You are mine, I am yours: you may be sure of this. You've been locked inside my heart, the key has been thrown away; within it, you must always stay.

What do I do next?' 'Maybe it's your time to wait too.' She dug the heels of her boots firmly into the ground and set her shoulders more stiffly against the sea breeze. 'Love is an action you must repeat ceaselessly.

Forte come la morte è l'amore, tenace come gli Inferi è la passione." La morte separa l'anima dal corpo, ma l'amore separa ogni cosa dall'anima. (Meister Eckhart - Sermone Nascita eterna)

I do not believe," whispered Father Sunder, "in any God that considers love to be a sin.

While I'm not claiming that I now feel great love for all people, I can state with some confidence that I hate fewer people than I used to. This may seem like a weak claim to personal growth, but sometimes these things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position.

Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love. It

Sometimes love outlasts even death.

Dû bist mîn, ich bin dîn, des solt dû gewis sîn, dû bist beslozzen in mînem herzen, verlorn ist das slüzzelîn: dû muost och immer darinne sîn.

That which is painful sharpens one's love.

Svaka nesre?a napada lakoverne iz zasede, baš kao i ljubav.

I was learning it was possible to love more than just God. In fact, I was learning it was better to love more than just God.

Ne verujem, prošaptao je otac Zunder, u onog boga koji misli da je ljubav greh.

I am far from perfect. You have made me all too aware of that. But for whatever it's worth, I believe I am my best self - my truest self - when I'm with you.

Beecher described slavery as an 'organic sin,' by which he meant that a sing that permeates the body politic so completely that it cannot be cured by targeted excision but must be overwhelmed with an infusion of love.

When it comes to exploring the sea of love, I prefer buoys.

Unbelief is an evil thing; nothing puts so great a price on precious Christ as faith does. It is certain that unbelief keeps love at a very low exercise; likewise, unbelief hinders the grace of mortification. I can hardly believe that a Christian under the practice of unbelief can attain the mortification of any lust because he cannot take hold of Him in whose strength only will lusts be mortified.