Quotes About Love

And what she loved about Lydia's play: that it gets at this idea that true sacrifice is painless.

It's another mystery of parenting: how you can love your kids without always liking them.

Maybe it's being close to the end, but I have this desire to pull Greg aside—to pull all my children aside, and my grandchildren—and to whisper something profound, to pass on the great wisdom I've acquired. Something that would open their hearts and create in them an unassailable courage, a generosity of spirit, faith in humanity. But the only thing I can think of is Time and patience.

Couldn't you outgrow the little-girl fantasy? Couldn't love be gentler, smaller, quiter, not quite all-consuming?

I fell in love with my country—its rivers, prairies, forests, mountains, cities and people. . . . It could be a paradise on earth if it belonged to the people, not to a small owning class. —Elizabeth Gurley Flynn

But anyone who has been in love knows that love is just the beginning. You learn more every day, every year, every decade, and not just about the object of your affection, but about yourself, and about the nature of love itself, and eventually, about the nature of loss.

but the very idea scandalized her. "What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he is dead?

Parenthood makes such sweet hypocrites of us all.

and he urges the old man to remember the last moment he felt his being without its relation to beloved Amedea, his last moment of individual happiness or longing—

Why then does the civil rights establishment avoid addressing the real problems causing black suffering? Because deep down, they are more angry at white people than they are in love with black people.

But when you see yourself as an individual first, you are freed to think for yourself, and you become internally self-sufficient. You start to break free from the bonds of racial conformity, and you start to see the good and bad in everyone, irrespective of their color. You start to be less angry, and as you let go of anger you are empowered to love God, your family, and your country.

Sometimes we forget that parenting, like love, is a verb. It takes effort and work to yield positive returns. There is an incredible amount of self-awareness involved in being a good parent. It requires us to look at what we do when we are tired and stressed and stretched to our limits. These actions are called our default settings. Our default settings are the actions and reactions we have when we are too tired to choose a better way.

Love is wild and when it is cut returns again, stronger whether you want it to or not.

I never wanted to fall in love. Only stupid girls compromised themselves that way, and I was too smart to sell myself short.

I was just another stupid girl waiting for Prince Charming to give me true love's first kiss, and I hated myself for it.

Despite everything that life had shown me, I always believed in love: I wanted someone to take me away from these simple feelings I knew.

We don't have to know everything. If you believe in fate and some kind of meaning and sense in this fucked-up world, then believe with abandon, love. Enjoy it.

Good. I think I'm falling for you too. Let's not pull this chute.

Your parents died. Your world fell apart. I nod. He puts his hand on my cheek. You were left drowning I nod again. And you're struggling to breathe I am. It's a constant struggle to stay near the surface I have just enough air to stop me from going totally under, but not enough to thrive. So do it. Breathe. Just Breathe. He turns up the volume and strokes my hair.

What are we doing? What are you doing?" "Loving you," he says simply. "If you'll let me." "Always. God, always.

You won't fall madly out-of-your-brains in love? Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone?

He leans into me and kisses me again. Harder this time. He tastes like eternity, and healing, and completion. No one else could ever kiss me like this, of that I am positive. I could breathe in him forever. I could fall in love forever.

And you have me. Sometimes you need someone else to believe in you, to carry you, until you can do that yourself. Let me carry you. You're almost there. Damn it, Celeste, you're almost there. God, please, you have me, and I want you." He stopped walking back and forth and put both of his hands over his heart. "I want you so much.

I want you, Matt. I want everything. You kept me safe today, you'll keep me safe now.' 'Always. I promise, always.