Quotes About Love

Let be greatful to God for He loved us despite all our sins and failures. Let's offer our life to Him and be faithful until the end.

The best things in life are unseen. So we close our eyes when we kiss, sleep and dream.

I want my life to be an example of love where even though there are problems and fights there is more of understanding, kindness and love.

Life goes on once you realize your own strength inside of you: the strength to realize that saying goodbye doesn't mean that you don't love the person anymore or that you don't want to keep them in your life.

Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you. It takes someone really special to stay in your life and show how much they love you.

No matter how cold and distant people may become, on the inside something warm and precious always remains, something that never changes. To me, thats what family is like.

Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. This person is one you could forever talk to. They understand you in a way that no one else does or ever could. This person is your soul mate, your best friend. Don't ever let them go, for they are your guardian angel sent from heaven up above

At the end of our lives we will have nothing to take with us, but those who love us will be able to remember us and our legacy by remembering how much of a blessing that we were to them in our lifetime.

Remember the good times, be strong during the difficult times love always, laugh often, and thank God every day. God-given struggles don't come to stay, they come to pass. Just be hopeful and patient. Wait while God works His miracles for you.

When we love, we are courageous; and courage has nothing to do with being fearless, it's about being willing to experience fear, even dread, to do what we must, without guarantee of outcome

Life is better when you are happy but life is at its best when people are happy because of you. Be inspired, give love and share your smile with everyone.

The best things are not always perfect, but they are always beautiful.

And I will always keep a fire," he said, "burning for you always. If you will allow me.

I'm sorry," I said again. I had nothing better to say. He did not love her; he never would.

Let him." He kneels, smooths back the hair on my forehead. I am wrapped in blankets, to muffle the smell.

I loved this about him. No matter how many times I had asked, he answered as if it were the first time.

I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeëtes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.

I can smell him. The oils that he uses on his feet, pomegranate and sandalwood; the salt of clean sweat; the hyacinths we had walked through, their scent crushed against our ankles. Beneath it all is his own smell, the one I go to sleep with, the one I wake up to. I cannot describe it. It is sweet, but not just. It is strong but not too strong. Something like almond, but that still is not right. Sometimes, after we have wrestled, my own skin smells like it.

At the same time, Achilles answered coolly, "My husband.

A bitter paradox, I thought: to keep his son he had to lose him.

It was no world I knew, but I would live in it as long as he would let me.

He no longer belongs to me alone.

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one . . . I would follow him, even into death

I touched my hand to my belly. Your father said once that he wanted more children, but that is not why you live. You are for me.