Quotes About Love

There's a huge difference between love and need. Someone who needs you will put themselves first. Someone who loves you will put you first.

It was the conundrum of every parent with a boy becoming a young man—loving your child enough to let him make his own decisions and his own mistakes, and not stepping in to rescue him.

Fine, but what about your wife? she'd asked. Is she going to have a fucking problem? I hope not, Kins had said. With three kids under the age of eight, that's about the last fun thing we do together.

And, Vera . . ." "Yeah." "I want you to know that I love you. I know you know, but I want you to hear me say it. And I know you told me not to start apologizing, but I'm sorry I haven't told you that more often.

Among my friends love is a great sorrow. It has become a daily burden, a feast, a gluttony for fools, a heart's famine. We visit one another asking, telling one another. We do not burn hotly, we question the fire. We do not fall forward with our alive eager faces looking thru into the fire. We stare back into our own faces. We have become our own realities. We seek to exhaust our lovelessness.

If you want to see what Christ looks like, look at those who participate in him in the most dramatic way," he says. "It's the Cross, participation in the Cross. It's conforming to Christ, it's Christ appearing vividly in our midst.

In their bitter words and their even more bitter tears, I would sense both a deep love for the Church and a practically bottomless disillusionment with it.

clear implication is that the failure to accept, protect, and love a child—or, what is worse, the active harming of a child—would preclude real contact with Jesus.

Love is the only way to win the free response of men, and this is possible only by the presence of Christ within the heart.

They saw how their Master denied himself many of the comforts and pleasures of the world and became a servant among them. They saw how the things they cherished—physical satisfaction, popular acclaim, prestige—he refused; while the things which they sought to escape—poverty, humiliation, sorrow, and even death—he accepted willingly for their sake.

You need to find a way to work together as parents. You have to find a way to love your kids more than you hate each other.

In divorce, children learn a painful lesson about love: Romantic love can end. But they also need to learn this: Parental love never ends.

I can say with confidence that no man, however mature, ever loved reading for its own sake more than I. I did not read because of any particular urge for learning, or to merely pass the time, or to escape the realities of life. I read simply because I loved reading for its own sake alone. The printed page was like wine to me."—Robert E. Howard (from One Who Walked Alone by Novalyne Price Ellis)

Look at me, Conan!" She threw wide her arms. "I am Belit, queen of the black coast. Oh, tiger of the North, you are cold as the snowy mountains which bred you. Take me and crush me with your fierce love! Go with me to the ends of the earth and the ends of the sea! I am a queen by fire and steel and slaughter–be thou my king!

What a cruel thing war is... to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors.

What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world.

But in the end they were not called saints because of the way they died, or because of their visions or wondrous deeds, but because of their extraordinary capacity for the love and goodness, which reminded others of the love of God.

But in the end they were not called saints because of the way they died, or because of their visions or wondrous deeds, but because of their extraordinary capacity for love and goodness, which reminded others of the love of God.

How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!" Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him," he said at last. Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?" Because you miss him.

Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!

If Christ taught us anything it is this -- not to let our fear of death keep us from doing the good thing.

Vanye: You're asking me to kill you. Luthiel: I'm asking you to save her.

Everybody, even the worst stinker on earth, is somebody for whom Christ died.

the proper self-knowledge and self-love of every created thing is ipso facto a participation in the knowledge and love of God. The entire universe moves by desire for the Highest Good simply because every part of it loves what God loves - namely, its own being.