Quotes About Love

Tightening my fingers, I held on. "Honey, the farther you go in life, the more you realize that most people aren't trying to hurt anybody. They're just trying to . . . get by. People don't always make the right decisions—even the people we love. I know Jake loves us. He's just trying to . . . find his way right now.

Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment. I

The music of old age is difficult to hear when it's playing for someone you love.

That man in the bed loved the parties. It pleasured him to believe that we were happy, that all us stayed with him because we wanted to, not because we had to, that we didn't want to be free. I imagine that's what he told hisself to make it right.

Life is not unlike cinema. Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of

Lo que la cabeza no recuerda el corazón lo sigue sabiendo. El amor es lo más fuerte que existe. Más fuerte que todas las demás cosas.

sisters are friends as well. Sisters are special friends.

writers of the Bible knew that we've lost track of—is that love is the very essence of God, and God is powerful. In fact, He is all-powerful.

Emily is safe now as well. I know it. She isn't cold or alone or hungry. She is not lost in the woods, running wildly as in my dreams. Seeking rescue. She is home. All around her, there is nothing but love.

All labor is joy," she tells me. "It is not washing dirty floors, but the feet of Jesus, Iola. All we do for others, we do for the One Most High.

I loved each of them dearly. One was a teacher, one was a preacher, and the last was an artist who found his calling later in life. One taught me to think, one taught me to know, and one taught me to see. Each inspired me.

One of the best things a father can do for his daughter is let her know thats she has met his expectations.

Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment.

Your children are the greatest gift God will give to you and their souls the heaviest responsibility He will place in your hands. When you are old, nothing else you've done will have mattered as much.

I felt preposterously happy to see him. Felt, in fact, like I was in one of those movies where the woman goes into labor while her husband is out of town and he rushes back, gets there just in time. His face, gauging me, so full of tenderness and respect that you'd think he was my husband, even if he had no idea who I was or what he was doing with me--which makes him, I suppose, like most husbands.

Now in the thriving season of love when the bud relents into flower, your love turned absence has turned once more, and if my comforts fall soft as rain on her flutters, it is because love grows by what it remembers of love

Heartland Now that we've given our hearts away With the bric-a-brac, we want them back. Now we look for them secondhand, Someone else's, in the old songs, The slowly unfolding novels We never had time for. Hearts That taught themselves to fly; …overstuffed hearts, still leaking Downy secrets like feathers. We want someone to say, 'I give you my heart', meaning, 'Summer and winter', meaning 'All my time in the this world'…

This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?

Whatever the case, as long as she kept her feelings firmly entrenched in the "like" category, she'd be fine. Anything less than complete emotional vigilance would be dangerous; Owen was leaving in a few weeks, end of story.

Gay people are the sweetest, kindest, most artistic, warmest and most thoughtful people in the world. And since the beginning of time all they've ever been is kicked.

I love my dad, although I'm definitely critical of him sometimes, like when his pants are too tight. But I love him so much and I try to be really supportive of him.

Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" — I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.

Children form a bond of union than which the human heart finds none more enduring.

a bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.