Quotes About Love

This is the same power that I feel propelling me forward into the next phase of my life. God saved my soul and spared my life for a reason: He left me to tell my story to others and show as many people as possible the healing power of His love and forgiveness.

The more I prayed, the more aware I became that, in order to receive God's true blessing, my heart had to be ready to receive His love. But how could He enter my heart when it was holding so much anger and hatred?

Nuestro señor dice que dejemos de pedir milagros, —Segatashya continuó diciendo en la cinta—, porque sus vidas son milagros. Un verdadero milagro es un niño en el vientre; el amor de una madre es un milagro; un corazón misericordioso es un milagro. Sus vidas están llenas de milagros, pero ustedes están demasiado distraídos con las cosas materiales para verlos.

Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.

Without love--what are we, what have we? Throughout the world, absolute certainty, righteousness, and outrage have completely displaced love and compassion. So, although we all know that we are right, where are we without love?

Cross-cultural marriage is difficult, especially when one person has to live in another country. But I thought there was a very good chance of it working because people grow together if they have a common passion.

Fairy Tales do not generally come true. If you mary a frog, he stays a frog.

Food is about nurturing: not only physical but also emotional nurturing.

I actually think that the food our mothers made may not be what we are nostalgic for. It's more an emotional picture of a mother who was always there, knew what we needed, loved us, let us run free when we wanted to explore.

Cooking is one of the great gifts you can give to those you love. It says "you're important enough to me to spend the time and effort to cook for you.

A good home should gather you up in its arms like a warm cashmere blanket, soothe your hurt feelings, and prepare you to go back out into that big bad world tomorrow all ready to fight the dragons.

It doesn't really matter what the occasion is—big or small—but it's the connections that we have with people we love that nourish our souls. Entertaining isn't just about making dinner parties. It's about celebrating those connections and I think that's what makes life worth living.

Let it be: all the same it shows that Tenderness, Pity, and Love were traits which adorned the most sanguinary exploits of the samurai. It was an old maxim among them that "it becometh not the fowler to slay the bird which takes refuge in his bosom.

Fortunately Mercy was not so rare as it was beautiful, for it is universally true that "The bravest are the tenderest, the loving are the daring." "Bushi no nasaké"—the tenderness of a warrior—had a sound which appealed at once to whatever was noble in us;

There I am in my younger days, stargazing, painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection, my compass faith in love's perfection I missed a million miles of road I should have seen.

the tides are the moon and sea keeping their own promises, and that's that. A promise involves a thing that can't be measured, which is trust and I can't speak for rain and the sea and moon, but I can ask why people keep their promises, and maybe the answer in the end is love.

This is it, the most powerful thing in the world because all men go crazy for it, more precious than gold since for its sake rich men lose fortunes, sweeter than power because craving for it makes leaders of countries risk their jobs, more powerful than honor because it makes fools of respectable men… It's more powerful than all the world for it contains the whole world plus heaven and hell beside… The power of this grace makes nuclear bombs look like firecrackers.

But nothing could be held true for the rest of one's life, every coveted thing in the end was maya, illusion, a myth, and this the great sages of India had always understood --- little was real. We were put on this earth transitorily; we deposited our genes in offspring; deluded ourselves that we would be missed when we were gone; pretended that money, wealth, titles, and land were to be desired. But every such thing was ephemeral, prone to change. The only reason to live was love.

Have a nice, cuntlovin' day.

The individual artist is a medium for making representational and deeply meaningful symbols of the community's collective consciousness, whether they are symbols of the community's religion, love, hurt, power, hate, hope, dream, fables, foibles or on and on and on.

Tell me, love, what I can't explain: Should I spend this short, horrid time with thoughts only, and alone know no love and give none? Must one think? Won't he be missed?

In the end he'll find out what's going on with me, since we still have the rest of our lives. Maybe not ahead of us, maybe just today, but we do have our lives, there's no doubt about that.

It's the middle of winter, more and more snow is falling on us, and my bookcases are collapsing underneath the snow, the snow is burying them slowly, while we all await deportation, and the photographs on the bookshelf are getting wet, pictures of all the people I have loved, and I wipe away the snow and shake the photographs, but the snow keeps falling, my fingers are already numb, and I have to let the snow bury the photos.

Spiegami, amore, quel che non so spiegare: in questo tempo breve, orribile, dovrò avere il pensiero solo per compagno? nessun affetto conoscere o creare? che uno pensi è necessario? la sua mancanza non si avverte? tu dici: un altro spirito conta su di noi... non mi spiegare. vedo la salamandra guizzare in ogni fuoco. non prova brivido e nulla le fa male