Quotes About Love

And as the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so was my beloved among the sons. Et cetera. What would I give, to have that night back, out of all my nights? No treasure fleet could hold it, what I'd give; no caravan of mules could carry it away.

Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede Nacht von dir träumen, sagte er. Und wenn ich aufwache, weiß ich, dass der beste Teil des Tages schon vorbei ist. Das hast du irgendwo gelesen. Hab ich nicht.

Sich zu mögen heißt, zu entdecken, dass man dieselbe Sprache spricht. Sich zu lieben bedeutet, in derselben Sprache zu dichten.

Je wahnsinninger alles um uns herum wird, desto normaler komme ich mir selbst vor. Mafiaboss mit achtzehn? Gestaltwandler? Verliebt in die eindeutig verrückteste Rosa der Welt? Alles ein Klacks gegen dieses Irrenhaus da draußen.

This showed once again that everyone had something different to lose in this battle. Some were concerned for their lives, and some for those they cared most about: rays, sea horses, even the chickens that ran free in the streets of the city because they couldn't all be caught in time.

The passion I feel for you is more than you're prepared for. - Eric

We are meant to be." He pressed his lips to mine again; against myself, against my worry, I once again succumbed to the power of his kiss. "I know that now. Our love is stronger than magic, stronger than the laws of all Feyland. It will survive this...whatever the future brings." - Prince Kian, Silver Frost.

How can I rule anyone - when you so completely rule me?

A king without a Queen. Kian sighed, breathing mist into the air. He held me tighter, kissing me with a heat that seemed to thaw the very snow on which we stood. You don't know me as well as you think you do, he said. What I'm holding back. What I'm capable of. You haven't felt it - how much I love you...

Hush," I said. "I'm here, and I'm not letting you out of my sight anytime soon so keep holding me tight." I looked down, a little more than afraid of plummeting hundreds of feet down.- Breena to Kian, Silver Frost

Somehow she felt hollow, as though her heart was wrenched away from her. She didn't realize it. She hadn't expected it. She loved Fallon.

In his eyes I could see the same love, the same longing. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to kiss me, and I could feel his longing so clearly I could not distinguish between my wanting and his. And in his arms I felt safe, warm, alive.

Love hits you when you least expect it, grabs you, sucks you in whole, and twists you around until you could hardly breathe. Love hurts like a sucker punch, that's both glorious and beautiful. Falling for Summer was like that for me, every time.

It's one way or another, Summer. For me, it's black and white. You're either in the friend zone or the lover zone. And with you…Gosh, Summer, you're in my danger zone. My rip-my-heart-out and change-me-forever zone. I have to tread lightly with you. Because if I don't, I may never be able to find my way back.

I didn't want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give - my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him.

Mistletoe, said Kian, leading me to a spot in the center of the garden. He kissed me softly. I hear it means something in your world.

Or, perhaps you thought I might ape your blessed Kannan, stealing ghee and curds from the homes of the Gopis, getting beaten up with churners and—" Azhwarkkadiyaan

If it is a weak fire, then the wind will be able to extinguish it. If it is a strong fire, then the wind fans its flames and further intensifies the fire. I think the relationship between separation and love is akin to that of wind and fire. False love subsides on account of separation. True love intensifies over a period of separation and smoulders like an inferno!

Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes, the wavering grey turns to gold, there is stirring within me as the sleepers awake, and he softly departs.

Words can be like swords, cutting deep, not into the flesh but into the tender heart. The time will come, my young friend, when you will gaze upon the still form of one you loved, and you will regret with tears and sighs the harsh words you have spoken. Do not lay up for yourself sorrow for that time.

Saint Augustine … insisted that scripture taught nothing but charity. Whatever the biblical author may have intended, any passage that seemed to preach hatred and was not conducive to love must be interpreted allegorically and made to speak of charity.

A love that is based on the goodness of those whom you love is a mercenary affair.

Compassion asks us to look into our hearts, discover what gives us pain, and then refuse to inflict that pain on anybody else.

Iubirea înseamn?, în esen??, a fi însetat de ceva ce r?mâne absent. De aceea iubirea omeneasc? este atât de dezam?gitoare.