Quotes About Love

The Holy Spirit has filled my heart too much for me to hold that grudge against you. Our God is too big for us to hate others.

By Christ's power, we forgive the person we're angry with.

Forgiveness is when you turn to the Lord in prayer and say, "God, by the grace of Jesus I want you to know I forgive this person. You forgave me. I forgive them. I can't hold against this person more than what you chose not to hold against me." You have the power, because of the cross, to say, "I forgive you.

The only thing that will help us move past the giant of rejection is to immerse ourselves in the acceptance of Christ.

A God who is beyond out ability to fully describe or imagine, yet someone we are privileged to know, love, and embrace.

God loved me so much He sent His Son to take away the sins of the world. That's a heart that scales any mountain. Kicks down any doors. Relentlessly pursues us down darkened alleyways. God will do anything to reach me with His love - including sending His only beloved Son to the cross and raising Him to life again. Thanks to Jesus, I am a new creation. Eve didn't know what we know. She did not know how far God would go. But we do.

The gospel isn't just a church talk. It's not just a good sermon. It tells every human what we need to know in the deepest part of our souls—that we have enormous worth to God.

Jesus never focused on the failure. He focused on the restoration.

His feelings were rooted in his inability to process life under the canopy of the grace and the love of God. Here's how Eliab expressed his anger—verbally.

So plant this in your mind: "We know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" (Romans 8:28 NASB).

Lord, plant a seed of kindness in my heart and let it grow so big that I just have to share it with everyone I meet.

Do not do wrong to a person to pay him back for doing wrong to you. Or do not insult someone to pay him back for insulting you. But ask God to bless that person. Do this, because you yourselves were called to receive a blessing. —1 PETER 3:9 ICB

Beauty and seduction, I believe, is nature's tool for survival, because we will protect what we fall in love with.

Rather than actively love our neighbor, we unselfishly allow him to live whatever way he wants to, even if his life choices are self-destructive.  Had Lewis lived today, I think he would have said that the reigning virtue is not unselfishness but tolerance—a pseudo-virtue that also manifests itself, not in active charity, but in a negative acquiescence to the "rights" of others.

reducing human love, joy, religion, and art to a product of unconscious urges, or economic forces, or the struggle for survival and reproduction, the theories of Freud, Marx, and Darwin have emptied humanity of its freedom, its dignity, and its purpose.

Actually, if truth be told, love and unselfishness are also received in a radically different way by the object of the proffered charity.  In the former case, the recipient is assured that another human being cares deeply about him; in the latter, he feel manipulated and used.

I have no friends, there are only people I love.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

nothing can be said about physical love if one doesn't start from the fact that men and women have equal rights to it.

Aurélien, cette nuit, s'approuve. Tout lui devient logique, signe de son amour.

Love is still exalted enough for me. It has remained all that I love. What makes all things yield. What makes one abandon absolutely everything, and quite right too.

L'amour n'a-t-il pas en soi-même sa fin ?

On ne sait pas ce qu'il faut faire pour se faire aimer: se montrer comme on est ou mentir. On balance entre les deux. On fait les deux d'ailleurs, au hasard un peu. On se fait comme on voudrait être, comme on croit qu'il faudrait paraître et puis on se dit "Ce n'est pas moi..." On cherche à se montrer à se montrer... à son pire... à déplaire...Qui sait si ce n'est pas le moyen de plaire?

Yes, I have forgotten your eyes so much so that seeing them again leaves me indifferent on that point. Indifferent... oh no, words no more express love than they do the death of love.