Quotes About Love

You are the one I am lit for. Come with your rod that twists and is a serpent. I am the bush. I am burning I am not consumed.

oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman's age times two. I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair scratches my dreams at night. return to me, oh Lord of then and now, my mother's calling, her young voice humming my name.

mama mama if we are nothing why should we spare the neighborhood mama mama who will be next and why should we save the pictures

may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that — Lucille Clifton, "blessing the boats," Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems, 1988-2000 . (BOA Editions Ltd. April 1, 2000)

and this is not the time I think to ask who is allowed to be american america all of us gathered under one flag praying together safely warmed by the single love of the many tongued God

and i am consumed with love for all of it the everydayness of bravery of hate of fear of tragedy of death and birth and hope

Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.

Hay tales misterios en el corazón humano; abismos tan profundos, de amor, de abnegación, de generosidad, que la palabra no conseguirá jamás explicarlos. Hay que sentir y callar. Por eso una mirada, un abrazo, un ademán con la mano, dicen más que todo cuanto la pluma más hábilmente manejada pueda describir.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.

from that day forward she lived happily ever after. Except for the dying at the end. And the heartbreak in between.

It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.

the reality of fear: your not afraid of the dark, your afraid of what's in it. your not afraid of heights, your afraid of falling. your not afraid of the people around you, your afraid of what they might think. your not afraid to love, your afraid of love not coming back. your not afraid to try again, your afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.

love either happens or it doesn't; there is no twice, thrice or more to it; it just happens once, only once.

God forgives us, as—when—we forgive them who injure us—and ourselves. These last weeks I think I have understood what many times in the past I thought I knew—but we never know—we never reach the end of understanding—the understanding of God—the mystery of his love...

That's why I've kept you out of reach. It's like putting something you love away from everything so its beauty won't be tarnished. I want to be with you more, and them less. I want my life to change.

One of my cats reminds me of my mother. I pat my mother in her. Reincarnation of evaporated mother.

Abby saved Mommy's life in that duck pond, the fact that if she hadn't gotten Mommy out of the pond, or if their mom hadn't massaged Mommy's arm every day for six months when she was a baby, Mommy might not have survived and gotten married and I might never have been born.

Trust the good God, do not be afraid, and soon your troubles will be over and you will be once more in your mother's arms.

She didn't say she loved him then. She said it later that night, when he was breathing deeply beside her, the sleep of peace and satiety, as he always did when they'd released each other from passion by indulging it without limit. He slept heavily, so she could smooth his hair, kiss him without his knowing, and whisper the words she didn't know how to say when he heard her. "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

My favourite setting is Italy, specifically Venice, because it is there that I met my husband, who is Venetian. I used it as the setting for Virtue and Vice, Enchantment in Venice, and Seduced by Innocence. Apart from Venice, my favourite city is Rome.

I'm well enough to hold you against my heart," he said. "That's what I've missed the most. Don't you know that?" "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

Remember me a little while, Pause in the orchard where we often walked, When days were longer and the world was ours. Say, "Cara, please!" one last time, and smile. From beneath the apple tree, Glance up to where I once looked down at you. Wear, just once more, The look that said I was your love, And you were mine until my end. I knew it all the while. Miss me, but not for long. I was your joy, Don't let me be your woe, So remember me, and smile. Then let me go.