Quotes About Love

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground

When Matussem Ramoud opened his eyes each morning, his wife would still not be there.

Love and prayer are intimately related.

You want to protect you children, don't you? You let them out of your body but you never let them all the way out.

She wonders sometimes if it's a sort of flaw or lack in her - the inability to lose herself in someone else. . . . she's never quite understood how people could trade in quiet spaces and solitary gardens and courtyards, thoughtful walks and the delicious rhythms of work, for the fearful tumult of falling in love.

Something that her love had made would still be alive.

Looking out on the field that morning, I didn't believe we could finish the cut. It was too big a job and I was too small a helper. But because I loved Pat and loved the farm and the Droim, because I loved that crop of barley and couldn't stand to see it spoiled, I was prepared to try. I took a deep breath and a first step and both eventually led me to the knowledge that I was capable of things bigger than I'd imagined.

Christianity did not begin with a confession. It began with an invitation into friendship, into creating a new community, into forming relationships based on love and service.

But some contemporary believers, such as Lisa Domke, a pastor and mother in Seattle, ground their identity in Christ's love but a love that goes beyond sentiment or feeling. "I say that I am someone seeking to live in the world with love and humility," Lisa reports, "following God in the way of Jesus." Love is the active practice of Christian virtue. As Sky, a Seattle Baptist, relates, "Children know that love is behavior, not romantic words.

Enacting love was a critical aspect of experiencing love. Devotion and ethics intertwined.

Thus Christianity becomes a story of accumulated human experience of God that reveals a certain kind of wisdom in the world: To love God and love one's neighbor constitutes the good life. Love is, as the apostle Paul wrote, the greatest of all things. Without love we are, as the good apostle said flatly, "nothing" (1 Cor. 13). Without love, Christianity is either a pretty bad joke or a twisted political agenda.

Christians struggled with Jesus's Great Command to love God (devotion) and love their neighbor (ethics).

Grace—gifts given without being earned and with no expectation of return—

St. Teresa of Ávila once said, "God has no hands but yours. . . . Yours are the hands with which he blesses all the world.

Diana Butler Bass

A People's History is not a nostalgia trip. In these pages I hope it is clear that no period of church history is superior to another. Rather, each time unfolds on its own historical merits, as Christians struggle to enact Jesus's command to love God and neighbor in a unique human context.

Not an agent kiss, not anything remotely resembling a peck-on-the-cheek kiss, but a let's-get-started kiss. One that even in hardened, love-tired Los Angeles had a better-than-even shot of producing a happy finish

Where is the fault? Is it believing that the people you love are immortal? Untouchable? No, everyone believes that. Only no one know it's what they believe- until it happens. Then comes the rage, the banging about the walls, crying what if, what if. Everyone is always so damned surprised, that is the horror of it.

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.

Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart---and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?