Quotes About Love

You are a child of mine, Born of my own design, And you bear the hard of life. No matter where you go, Oh, you will always know, That you've been made free in Christ, And you are a child of mine!

All my actions have their source in my inalienable love of humankind.

Fearlessness is indispensable for the growth of the other noble qualities. How can one seek Truth, or cherish Love, without fearlessness?

And so we find Fussell living alone in a flat unfurnished except for an exercise machine and 'A cardboard cut-out of Arnold with loin cloth and sword as Conan the Barbarian'. Thus the heterosexual bodybuilder's relationship to homosexuality is revealed as a sad kind of insubstantial shadow of it, a kind of mourning, a ghostly kind of love.

My mother knew a man during the war. Theirs was a love story, and like any good love story, it left blood on the floor and wreckage in its wake.

Everyone loves to be loved.

After all, the Beatitudes don't tend to look a lot like modern Christianity. We choose a political team. We select a denominational preference. We hitch our cart to a branch of philosophy. Anyone that disagrees is quickly and succinctly judged, and simultaneously disregarded as worthless. Big problem with that approach. We are supposed to be loving those who don't agree with us to Jesus—and you can't love those whom you deem worthless.

Grace is the greatest gift anyone could have ever given us. It should humble us, prompt us to make our lives right.

In modern faith our certainty has replaced love. A healthy faith walk is a collision of both. Enough certainty and conviction to walk out life pursuing Christ and holiness—but enough love to draw others (even those who do not agree with our conviction) to Christ. Conviction without love is just an angry opinion.

I knew that I loved Jesus and that the Pharisees betrayed Jesus. Therefore a Pharisee must be anyone who has betrayed me. Also—beards.

The natural act of tangible gratitude to God's grace is to love Him back—to receive His love in the form of forgiveness of our sins—but to choose diligence in overcoming those sins as a loving statement of gratefulness.

Thick mist swirled up from the river. Someone, Who claimed to have known me years before, Approached, saying there were many poets Wandering around who wished to be alive again. They were ready to say the words they had been unable to say— Words whose absence had been the silence of love, Of pain, and even of pleasure. —Mark Strand, from "XLV," Dark Harbor: A Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 1994)

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.

These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.

The best thing is to grieve for the people you loved and lost, and then welcome and love the new people life puts in front of you.

Some loves never die.

how can you survive what life throws at you if you cannot laugh and love, and are they not the same thing?

To be young and in love. Isn't it remarkable that something like that can happen in the middle of a war? It says something about the inherent goodness of life, despite all the evil we've seen.

All great things come from love, don't they?" "I guess they do," Anna said, and looked away. "The worst things, too.

Pino was seized by something much more compelling and primal, as if Anna were not human but a spirit, a melody, a perfect instrument of love.

Alberto Ascari says there have been atrocities, Father," Pino said. "The Nazis have killed priests helping Jews. They've pulled them right off the altar while they were saying Mass." "We have heard that, too," the priest said. "But we can't stop loving our fellow man, Pino, because we're frightened. If we lose love, all is lost. We just have to get smarter.

We have heard that, too," the priest said. "But we can't stop loving our fellow man, Pino, because we're frightened. If we lose love, all is lost. We just have to get smarter.

Pino's head swung slowly back and forth. "But where will I go to . . ." "See her?" his father said. "You go to where you were both happiest, and she'll always be there. I promise you that.