Quotes About Love

I suppose that's the point of this book. There's truth in the idea we're never going to be perfect in love but we can get close. And the closer we get, the healthier we will be. Love is not a game any of us can win, it's just a story we can live and enjoy. It's a noble ambition, then, to add a chapter to the story of love, and to make our chapter a good one.

love makes us both strong and weak at the same time. I

SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME WE WILL NEVER FEEL loved until we drop the act, until we're willing to show our true selves to the people around us.

What if we are designed as sensitive antennas, receptors to receive love, a longing we often mistake as a need to be impressive? What if some of the most successful people in the world got that way because their success was fueled by a misappropriated need for love?

I turned out the light and lay in my bed and thought about the girls I had dated, the fear I have of getting married, and the incredible selfishness from which I navigate my existence.

I want to be known and loved anyway. Can you do this? I trust by your easy breathing that you are human like me, that you are fallen like me, that you are lonely, like me. My love, do I know you? What is this great gravity that pulls us so painfully toward each other? Why do we not connect? Will we be forever in fleshing this out? And how will we with words, narrow words, come into the knowing of each other?

Why are we so restless? Because ice cream is distracting but not fulfilling. Because alcohol offers a fabricated sense of peace. Because lust is not love.

The real issue in the Christian community was that it was conditional. You were loved, but if you had questions, questions about whether the Bible was true or whether America was a good country or whether last week's sermon was good, you were not so loved. You were loved in word, but there was, without question, a social commodity that was being withheld from you until you shaped up.

Applause is a quick fix. And love is an acquired taste. Sincerely, Donald Miller

Strong Relationships Are the Key

But what about your own?" he asked. "Assuming, of course, you're interested in having one?" "I'm not. If I ever get married, I shall elope. That has now become my prime requirement in a husband. Willingness to elope.

This is what I imagined as I watched my kite, my beautiful kite, with its heart, its star and crayon, its note and flowers glowing from the light of the sun behind it. I felt love and grief and joy and all the emotions in between, letting my weathered broken heart knit itself back together again as I said goodbye to my mother. Our imaginations are such gifts, she used to say. So I thanked her for mine.

Colm sighed... -She's quite beautiful. Like a fairy and a goddess all wrapped into one. -How very... poetic of you. ... He felt a sharp tug in the vicinity of his heart. -And most accurate He added Colm & Graham

And then you realize that when you finally meet, when you finally find each other, it doesn't matter. All the rest of it doesn't matter. Life scattered, life together. . . it's just where things begin. It's where the story is when you jump into it. It doesn't stay there. You start writing the next chapter from that moment on.

I'm just glad the jury is still not out where we're concerned. It feels like it took an awfully long time to find each other. And I don't want to waste any more of it." He leaned down and kissed her, lingering, and then continuing on a little longer. Then they were laughing and saying meaningless things and kissing, then laughing again

Weddings seem to be something of a spectator sport in these parts." Grace laughed. "Come to think of it, we have had our share of bouquets tossed in the past year or so." Still smiling, she glanced at Fiona, who, along with Kerry, was still wrangling over who should be in charge of running Kerry's love life. "And we're not done yet," Grace said. Smiling, he looked back at her and winked. "Yes, I'm rather counting on that bit.

It's convenient for us to think that the nasty emotions, hate and anger, can adhere to the lower orders, as if they owned them by right. So that leaves us, not surprisingly, to lay claim to love and joy and all those highsouled things.' He'd tried to protest, but she'd cut him short with a gesture. 'They love, the stupid and the dull and the crude, quite as strongly as we do. They just can't dress their emotions up in pretty words the way we do.

wife is her husband's richest treasure, a helpmeet, a steadying column. A vineyard with no hedge will be overrun; a man with no wife becomes a helpless wanderer

It would be nice if we could choose the people we love, but love chooses them.

wish that some sorts of love would decide to speak their names a bit less loudly. Did people not realize how tiresome so much of this conversation was to anyone who thought the sexual behaviour of other people was not a matter to discuss or judge?

A love that dared not speak its name'? In recent years, Brunetti had come to wish that some sorts of love would decide to speak their names a bit less loudly. Did people not realize how tiresome so much of this conversation was to anyone who thought the sexual behaviour of other people was not a matter to discuss or judge?

Brunetti asked, surprised how painful he still found the thought of his mother. He had tried for the last year, with singular lack of success, to tell himself that his mother, that bright-spirited woman who had raised them and loved them with unqualified devotion, had moved off to some other place, where she waited, still quickwitted and eager to smile, for that befuddled shell that was her body to come and join her so that they could drift off together to a final peace. 'I

Again, she put her face in her hands and wiped away the years, then let them return and looked at him.

when children loved you, you knew everything, and when they were angry with you, you knew nothing?