Quotes About Love

in her eyes. Neither

Lanfear (LAN-fear): In the Old Tongue, "Daughter of the Night." One of the Forsaken, perhaps the most powerful next to Ishamael. Unlike the other Forsaken, she chose this name herself. She is said to have been in love with Lews Therin Telamon. See also Forsaken; Dragon, the.

When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you.

she listened to Thom play his harp, singing love songs like "The First Rose of Summer" and "The Wind That Shakes the Willow," and funny songs like "Only One Boot" and "The Old Gray Goose." His

When i marry, it will be beacause I want to, not just because a man expects me to love him.

Being of the Yellow isn't about skill, child," Suana said. "It's about passion. If you love to make things well, to fix that which is broken, there would be a purpose for you here.

My mother says men are different from us. She says we want to be in love, but only with the one we want; a man needs to be in love, but he will love the first woman to tie a string to his heart.

I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile.

I left... to save you, Nynaeve whispered. I only came along to protect you.

You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

family, especially our mothers. But

I just want my brother back.-Daryl (to Maryl) the Walking Dead S3

Hey, Mags. Um - how are you holding up? I don't think I'm going to love you anymore. What's the point? You are just going to die like everyone else...

We've been surviving in order to reach this moment, this discovery, the Hilltop... This is our future. We can rebuild civilization now. We're one step closer to getting back to the way things were before. We can be at peace again. We can raise our children again. We can love our families again.

You and Carl and this new baby are all I have left in this world. You don't have to be perfect. I know what you did. I understand why you did it. It's taken me a long time but I finally understand. I just don't need to hear you say it. I can't hear you say it.

I was married to Erma for almost forty years, you can't be jealous of my memories

Ich bleibe. Ich bin verliebt, Rick... Jedenfalls weiß ich nicht, ob ich je wieder einer Frau wie Maggie begegnen werde. [...] Ich glaube einer der Gründe, wieso ich so sorglos in Atlanta rumgerannt bin, um nach Vorräten zu suchen, war, dass es mir ziemlich egal war, ob ich dabei drauf gehe. Ich hatte Angst, aber es war mir egal. Ich habe es fast schon drauf angelegt zu sterben. Das ist jetzt nicht mehr so. Nicht mit Maggie.

True learning takes energy, passion, a burning desire. Anger is a big part of that formula, for passion is anger and love combined. When it comes to money, most people want to play it safe and feel secure so passion does not direct them. Fear does. ...it's easier to learn to work for money, especially if fear is your primary emotion when the subject of money is discussed.

Writing now makes me feel as if I had lost at least one of my senses. I can't hear you or see you and I wonder if you hear me. One thing is quite sure. I love you. Yours, George.

As I look back, there is a parallel theme to my four and a half years at war: love. By that I mean the love—there is no other word for it—I came to feel for the troops, and the overwhelming sense of personal responsibility I developed for them.

Obviously, oxytocin and vasopressin are the grooviest hormones in the universe. Pour them into the water supply, and people will be more charitable, trusting, and empathic. We'd be better parents and would make love, not war (mostly platonic love, though, since people in relationships would give wide berths to everyone else). Best of all, we'd buy all sorts of useless crap, trusting the promotional banners in stores once oxytocin starts spraying out of the ventilation system.

Something roughly akin to love is needed for proper biological development, and its absence is among the most aching, distorting stressors that we can suffer.

It is the ambiguity of violence, that we can pull a trigger as an act of hideous aggression or of self-sacrificing love, that is so challenging.

Your heart does roughly the same thing whether you are in a murderous rage or having an orgasm. Again, the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.