Quotes About Love

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God's love gives life meaning. I just follow the path He sets out in the Good Book. That's all I need to know. You follow His guidelines, it's almost like a map through life to Heaven. You don't ever gotta worry if you're making the right choices or not, 'cause it's all right there for you.

A dark-haired woman in a long skirt strolled through the door. The little boy perched on her hip clutched a purple bear. Amanda tilted her head to see both the boy and the bear better. The boy squirmed, and his mother set him down on the floor while she went up to the counter.

The sages advise us to study Torah lishma-"for its own sake" rather than to impress others with our scholarship. A paradox of parenting is that if we love our children for their own sake rather than for their achievements, it's more likely that they will reach their true potential.

Once Thorne woke with his hand on Kris's hip, his fingers caressing up and down the curve at the top of his buttock. He cupped it protectively and fell back to sleep.

I meant lucky to have someone who loved him so much that he would go to such lengths to ensure he would never have another mate." Kris's chin nearly touched his chest and his lovely brown eyes closed. "To be loved that much—wow.

They are all. They are the soul, somber, surreal, bringers of pain, bringers of rapture. They do not kill; their love is pure, but different, not human.

I have had lovers look at me many ways," Malory observed. "But never the way you're looking at me now." "How"? "As if you are dreaming awake.

even a force field cannot hold back the void only a human embrace

His body surged at that need to protect. To care for. To love. He wanted to bond him. It had been coming on for days, more than attraction and desire, more than lust. Thorne wanted Kris by his side, in his arms, melded to every cell of his body. All the time. It had only been one week but he knew. His body knew. His dreams knew.

Father, it's me. Kris," I said gently. He blinked but did not move. "Kris. My favorite most beautiful son.

The sweetest I've ever experienced. The very air of you," he said. "I must—must-

If you are not sensitive to rejection, doesn't that also mean you're indifferent to love?

I don't expect to meet the man of my dream today, but if I do, then I guess if he's really the man of my dreams he won't reject me when he sees the pudge around my knees.

My feeling is that Marriage #2 is usually a huge improvement on Marriage #1—in my case, certainly, and I hope in yours—something you embark upon with much more wisdom and with your eyes open. So good luck and all happiness to you both.

Community of interest is the root of justice; community of suffering, the root of pity; community of joy, the root of love,

In spite of everything she did that she shouldn't have done, and everything she didn't do that she should have, something that felt like love was in her and she would take it out at times like this and show it to us and make us hunger for more. All of us, each in our own way.

How is it we can do those things, things that feel permanent, like even if the relationship ended, those feelings would still be there? It makes me not believe in anything, in any feeling, in any profession, in any love at all. It's all just bullshit. Just hormones and lust and needs and filling people's gaps, the holes in their souls. We all just use each other, don't we? Nothing is what it seems.

We love people for who they are and how they make us feel. We can usually tolerate their faults and keep them to ourselves, But once we see any reflection of ourselves in their eyes that is not the one we want to see, that we need to see to feel good, the backbone of the love is broken.

A las personas las queremos por cómo son, y por cómo nos hacen sentir. Normalmente toleramos sus defectos, y hasta nos los guardamos, pero en cuanto nos vemos reflejados en sus ojos de algún modo que no responda a lo que deseamos ver, a lo que necesitamos ver para sentirnos bien, se rompe la columna vertebral de ese amor.

Pero es que la palabra «amor» pertenece a la esfera del arte, no a la de la ciencia. Cada persona puede describirlo con distintos términos y sentirlo a su manera. Por amor habrá quien llore y quien sonría. Quien se enfade y quien se ponga triste. Quien se excite y quien esté tan satisfecho que el amor le dé sueño.

Amor u obsesión, lo que había tras sus sentimientos era tan fuerte que prefería destruirla a verla con otro

Am I a good mother? The best mother you could ever want?

Je wil werd gebroken door je behoefte aan liefde; een behoefte die je moeder niet vervulde.