Quotes About Love

Kindness is the currency of humanity.

For my own part, I have never found happiness in love.

Nobody can take another's place. Love doesn't work like that. One can love more than once, but each love is glorious in its own way.

I want to be justice, love and the wrath of God all in one.

There is no explaining why you love the people who belonged to you. No explaining why you couldn't be objective about them, or indifferent to their disapproval. They are woven into your soul with millions of threads, and cutting them out would make you bleed...

If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness.

Avoiding the Scylla of the nunnery, Hermia sails dangerously close to the Charybdis of Titania's lust for the ass-headed Bottom, but emerges safely, and somewhat more self-knowledgeably, into the orderly harbor of marriage.

Be a Mother who is committed to loving her children into standing on higher ground than the enviroment surrounding them. Mothers are endowed with a love that is unlike any other love on the face of the earth.

A child's hand in yours -- what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

He edged closer to his father's bones and sinews. Penny slipped an arm around him and he lay close against the lank thigh. His father was the core of safety. His father swam the swift creek to fetch back his wounded dog. The clearing was safe, and his father fought for it, and for his own. A sense of snugness came over him and he dropped asleep.

Jody said, "Ma, you're shore good." "Oh, yes. When it's rations." "Well, I'd a heap ruther you was good about rations and mean about other things." "Oh, I be mean, be I?" "Only about jest a very few things," he soothed her.

He set down the milk pails to rest and stared at the bright house. This was a man's great joy, to come at nightfall after his day's work to a lighted house. . . . and his beloved was waiting for him with food and warmth and comfort.

Dogs could die, and bears and deer and other people. That was acceptable, because it was remote. His father could not die. The earth might cave in under him in one vast sink-hole and he could accept it. But without Penny, there was no earth. Without him there was nothing.

We were bred of earth before we were bred of our mothers. Once born, we can live without mother or father, or any other kin, or any friend, or any human love. We cannot live without the earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men.

Ma Baxter rocked complacently. They were all pleased whenever she made a joke. Her good nature made the same difference in the house as the hearth-fire had made in the chill of the evening.

You still have me , I heard inside my head; his deep, soft voice. No matter what. And I have you.

You're my wife," he replied, but behind those words, in his eyes, I knew what that really meant was, You're my friend, and I love you. The

Tolstoy will live forever. Some people do. But that's not enough. It's not the length of life that matters--just the depth of it. The chances we take. The paths we choose. How we go on after our hearts break. Hearts always break. And so we bend with our hearts. And we sway. But in the end--what matters is that we loved and lived

Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst.

True spirituality makes you loving and grateful, and forgiving, and patient, and gentle, and long-suffering. True spirituality breathes reverence into every act and deed.

The trouble with the world and the trouble with you and me is that we don't love each other enough. And if we do, we don't bother to show it, or we don't bother to say it. If the world is to know love, it has to be in your heart and in mine.

As we got closer to marriage, I felt completely confident that Gordon loved me. But I also knew somehow that I would never come first with him. I knew I was going to be second in his life and that the Lord was going to be first. And that was okay. It seemed to me that if you understood the gospel and the purpose of our being here, you would want a husband who put the Lord first.

As you create a home, don't get distracted with a lot of things that have no meaning for you or your family. Don't dwell on your failures, but think of your successes. Have joy in your home. Have joy in your children. Have joy in your husband. Be grateful for the journey.