Quotes About Love

Nothing tastes as good as the man I married." – Omaima Nelson

I hope you're at peace. I hope you... I hope you're in heaven, and you fell in love with someone who treats you better than I ever did, and that they're fucking your brains out and then fucking your brains back in after that on a daily basis. I'll always miss you, Lucille. I'm sorry I named a fucking baseball bat after you.

The love of money is the root of all evil." The lack of money is the root of all evil.

Without writing, I sometimes suspect there would be no such thing as love.

Finding a lover is a false start. Fibrillations of the pitipat heart. The search for truth is a bum steer. It's much more likely we're looking for beer. What can I possibly rhyme with mud? Is "pod" close enough? Or "good"? It is the sentence that (sometimes) thinks. All the rest is twats and dinks.

Attunement of one's feet to the bald and hairy earth. Consider the blackbird, perched on a reed, a north wind blowing, the water torn. Now is the poem's beginning, even at this late hour in the span of everywhere. Consider the lovers, with not enough arms for all their need to embrace. Or, if you prefer, consider the madness of wars, the impossible weight of oceans. And even if we had been there, would we have laughed or cried?

Ariel Gordon is superbly, supremely, a poet of the body. She finds words for the physicality of the forest, of the garden, of pregnancy. Hump speaks the erotics of being alive and being in love with being alive.

People matter more than things.

It has wisely been said that grace is God's acceptance of us, while faith is our acceptance of God's acceptance of us.

When we look at Calvary and behold the Savior dying for us, we should see in his death not first our salvation but our damnation being borne and carried away by him!

Never should the atonement be represented so as to suggest that it was the Father who hated the sinner, that it was the Son who loved the sinner, and that his cross work won the Father over to clemency or extorted the Father's gracious attitude toward the sinner from him against his will.

But He is a God of love only as far as His justice, holiness, and righteousness will permit! His justice never contradicts His love and His love is in perfect harmony with his justice. If your doctrine makes them oppose one another, your theology is out of sync with Scripture.

It's the love you had that matters, isn't it, not the pain.

A leap of faith is required if we are to believe that nonviolence can heal a violent world, that turning the other cheek when struck, instead of striking back, can end a fight. We need faith to believe that by loving our enemy we can eventually transform him into an ally; that even when nonviolence fails to achieve peace, it can succeed in curing hate.**

You seemed all brown and soft, just like a linnet, Your errant hair had shadowed sunbeams in it, And there shone all April In your eyes.

If we didn't have strong feelings, how could we love or fight? When our flesh is cut, we bleed. When our heart is broken, we cry. There's nothing wrong with that. It only becomes a problem when it gets in the way of what you have to do. You can't crumble when others are counting on you.

To you, death does not simply end life. It steals away the sunsets you'll never see, the children you'll never hold, the wife you'll never love. It's frightening to almost lose your future, and it's heartbreaking to witness death snuff out other people's tomorrows.

Hope is a merciless tormentor. It's the sound of trickling water to parched lips. The prospect of love to the unlovable. A miracle cure to the parents of a dying child. It holds up victory over the inevitable and beckons us to crawl further over slicing shards, all the while pulling back, remaining just out of reach. It makes agony out of mere pain by pretending a different outcome could have been. It laughs at mankind's embrace of it after millennia of disappointment.

Live to fight another day was an expression that did not take nto account the loved one who would die because you didn't continue fighting today.

So long as we love we serve so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indespensable and no man is useless while he has a friend.

The man is a success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children who has filled his niche and accomplished his task who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

Marriage is like life - it is a field of battle, not a bed of roses.

So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.