Quotes About Love

C'est bien la pire peines De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine !

Those who deserve love least need it most

God's love for Christ also implies His hatred for Christ's enemies and His zeal to vindicate Christ's honor.

Many of us reject theonomy because we think that the Mosaic law is harsh. But the real problem is with us, not with the law (cf. Romans 7:12, 14). We have swallowed so much of the modern humanistic thinking that our own judgments and emotional reactions are corrupted. We confuse mercy with vague good will, justice with tolerance, love with sentimentality.

In the end, what matters most in life are the depth of your relationships with friends and family; and the sheer number of people you've helped along the way. These represent true measures of wealth. Financial wealth, then, is seen as a resource for fostering your relationships.

Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.

Together? " Rose asked. "Are we -- together ?" He took one of her hands--it seemed so small and fragile in his own large, rough hand. Her porcelain skin looked even paler against his. " Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to make you my woman , It was a feeling that was stronger than anything I have ever known before, and I am a man who goes after what he wants." He pulled her close to him and let his gaze meet hers, as he added, " And, my Wild Rose , I want you.

What ? " Rose whispered. Her heart skipped a beat. " Did you just say l-love ?" He chuckled. " Love," he repeated. " I know enough to be certain what that word means in your language." Rose smiled as their gazes locked. " Yes, and it also means that we will find a way to be together--no matter what it takes." " I love you , Wild Rose," White Owl said hoarsely before he stole away her breath with another intoxicating kiss.

White Owl turned to smile at her, and her heart began to beat wildly in her breast. For the rest of her life, she knew she would ride at his side across the vast western lands; their home would be wherever they spread their soft furs . . . and she would continue to pray that their people would all learn to live together in harmony someday. She thought of the beautiful child sleeping on her back. He was a combination of

The only thing I knew to do with a man was what I'd learned from my parents: to fight or not fight. I had no idea how to craft a partnership beyond that one basic thing.

My self is at one remove Because it has gone to you Who will not display The sense of me another, Being bound in yourself By my forlorn desire. And yet I would not not love If I could choose not to; For I require to play By hazarding myself To you, my self, the other Whom I always desire. — Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from "Canzon, for British Rail Services," Collected Poems and Translations (Allardyce Barnett, 1990),

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love... That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

The person you became with her is worth being.

I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

Thoughts of lack and scarcity breed feelings of aggressiveness, selfishness, worry, and jealousy. Its effects are negative. Thoughts of abundance breed feelings of kindness, love, prosperity, and generosity. Its effects are positive. Which thoughts you choose to focus on is entirely up to you.