Quotes About Love

Whatever Jesus lays His hands upon, lives. If He lays is hands upon a marriage, it lives. If He is allowed to lay His hands on the family, it lives.

Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind.

And I dream in the morning that she brings me water And I dream in the evening that she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter from Puerta Piasco South of the border, in old Mexico.

And we could have been sweethearts, forever and ever, Could have loved a whole lot more, been a little more true.

Well you could have been lonely every night now, Could have cried a whole lot more, been a little bit blue Oh, you could have been lonely, for your one and only, You could have loved me as much as I love you.

And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.

What we need are critical lovers of America - patriots who express their faith in their country by working to improve it.

The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.

Remuer les morts avec des fleurs et des larmes par douce vengeance

It is an echo, in fact, from the last lines of Dante's Divine Comedy, the lines in which Dante describes what it is to feel ecstatic bliss in the mystical union with God, to give up your entire identity and subsume it beneath the sacred power of God's divine love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.

high spirits and overflowing joy making the absence of love known.

Like if youre beautiful you dont feel pain or have dreams or know the despair of loneliness. Why should you be unhappy, youre so beautiful? My God they drive me nuts, like all I am is a beautiful body and nothing else. Not once, never, have they ever tried to love the real me, to love me for what I am, to love me for my mind.

This book is dedicated, with love, to Bobby, who has found the only pound of pure- Faith in a Loving God.

Harry looked into her eyes, then at her face and gently glided the tip of a finger over her cheek and traced the outline of her nose, his face and eyes in a soft and tender smile, You could really make my life worth while. A guy needs something to give his life a reason or whats the point of living? I need more than the streets. I don't want to be a floating crap game all my life. I want to be something … anything.

and they continued their lovemaking until the dawns early light started seeping through the shades and curtains and the heat of their love-making cooled in the warmth of the sun and they were suddenly, and completely, asleep.

Vinnie loves me. He loves me. It. Wasn/t. Shit

But you cant shut everyone out. I mean you have to have someone to love. . .someone to hold on to. . . someone--

and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.

They held each other and kissed and pushed each others' darkness into the corner, believing in each others' light, each others' dream.

When you write about the people you hate the most, do it with love.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

He felt that people should not be like cars or houses. No man should own a wife, nor should a wife own a husband, because ownership is predicated upon control, fences, barriers, constraints, and psychological tyranny. Nonpossessive love is based upon shared experiences and friendship; it is the kind of love we have for our bodies, for our thumb or foot. We love ourselves, our bodies, but we do not want to enslave any part of ourselves.

This was how we grew up—in a close family with a proud, strong, protective father and a loving, joyful mother. No wonder we came to feel that all our needs—from religion to friendship to entertainment—were met within the family circle. There was no felt need for outside friends; we were such good friends with each other.

The broad-shouldered artist grabbed her and kissed her hungrily. He buried his face in the soft valley between her firm bosoms, "My very dear…? he breathed.