Quotes About Love

women are better equipped than men at enduring fear and brutality, and at containing the anxiousness of feeling how vulnerable we are to the people we love. Hope is seen as a strong survivor of a weak man's world.

In those days, a tattoo was still a souvenir—a keepsake to mark a journey, the love of your life, a heartbreak, a port of call. The body was like a photo album; the tattoos themselves didn't have to be good photographs. Indeed

Add doom to the list, then. Especially in families, doom is "altogether common." Sorrow floats; love, too; and—in the long run—doom. It floats, too.

HERE is the epilogue; there always is one. In a world where love and sorrow float, there are many epilogues—and some of them go on and on. In a world where doom always muscles in, some of the epilogues are short.

Non vi sono scuse per la crudeltà, ma - in un orfanotrofio - forse si è obbligati a negare amore; se non riesce a negare amore, a trattenerti dall'amare, creerai un orfanotrofio che nessun orfano lascerà volentieri. Creerai un Homer Wells: cioè un vero orfano, dato che la sua casa sarà sempre a St. Clouds.

With our mothers, we are always alone

As for my faith: I've become my father's son—that is, I've become the kind of believer that Pastor Merrill used to be. Doubt one minute, faith the next—sometimes inspired, sometimes in despair. Canon Campbell taught me to ask myself a question when the latter state settles upon me. Whom do I know who's alive whom I love? Good question—one that can bring you back to life.

Your first loss of a loved one, the first death of someone dear to you—when it happens, the pace of everything changes. In the past, there were times when nothing seemed to be happening. When you lose someone, you're aware of the earth's motion; the world is always moving, always ahead of you. For the rest of your life, you know there are other deaths coming—one after another, yours included.

We don't always have a choice how we get to know one another. Sometimes, people fall into our lives cleanly–as if out of the sky, or as if there were a direct flight from Heaven to Earth–the same sudden way we lose people, who once seemed they would always be part of our lives.

Loving long novels plays havoc with going to school

Homer Wells cried because he'd never known how nice a father's kisses could be, and he cried because he doubted that Wilbur Larch would ever do it again-or would have done it, if he'd thought Homer was awake.

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Jack's mother was particularly miserable when she discovered that she wasn't the only choirgirl who'd fallen in love with Jack's father, but she was the only one who was pregnant.

I remember when you kissed me, he wrote to Dr. Larch. I wasn't really asleep. Yes, thought Dr. Larch, I remember that, too. He rested in the dispensary. Why didn't I kiss him more-why not all the time?

For the Lord will not cast off for ever, but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love; for he does not willingly afflict or grieve the sons of men.

It might be more accurate to think of love as a feeling we have for others who match up with what society teaches us to want in a mate.

there was always risk; always the promise of pain— But the promise of love was stronger.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one!

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?