Quotes About Love

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy. Jean Anouilh

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. - Galatians, 6:7 He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. - William Shakespeare King Lear (Act III, scene vi)

She already looked dead and Eileen knew that it couldn't be long before she went. But even though she knew it would be a happy release for her mother, the thought of her never being there ever again was terrifying. She depended on her so much, needed her so desperately that even though she knew it was selfish, she prayed her mother pulled through as she had before.

because she was the best thing that ever happened to any of us; she kept us together, and she made sure we were a family. Now all we have left is each other.' Christy looked at them all and said quietly, 'Amen to that.

The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.' George Santayana 1863-1952 'There is no peace, saith the Lord, unto the wicked.' Isaiah 48:22

His mother had pointed out that the attack with the axe was no more than she would have done herself for her own children. That a mother would protect her young because, with good fathers being few and far between, the only person a child could really count on was the woman who had grown them, birthed them and nurtured them. Now, here he was, confronting someone who, at any other time, he would feel honour-bound to help carry her shopping home.

Every person who was hurt was only hurting because they loved someone.

Your family is either the best thing that ever happened to you or it's the worst thing that ever happened to you.

She was his Achilles heel because deep inside he loved her, really loved her, and he knew that once she had loved him. Adored him even. Until she had sussed him out.

Your children were given to you and you had to protect them as best you could. It was as simple as that.

A man could love a woman but she would never be his be-all and end-all, though a clever man might let her think she was, of course. But nature would always out. The mother of the main children must be taken care of at all costs and a man had to know that any children he was bringing up were his own. No cuckoos in the fucking nest to grow and betray you at some point. You had to be careful.

I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

That's the hardest thing about being a mom. You want to be cool, and you want them to like you all the time, but you can't always have that. You're gonna have times where you have to say no, and you won't be the most popular person in the house.

Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel

Right action is not a fixed right action, it is an action that is conditioned by love and respect. It is an action that considers the consequences of our actions in terms of whether or not they cause suffering.

You have no dower," he said. "Live, Keturah. Go home." "But I do have a dower," I said plainly. "This is my dower, Lord Death; the crown of flowers I will never wear at my wedding." He knelt on one knee before me. "The little house I would have had of my own, to furnish and clean. That, too, is part of my dower." "I will give you the world for your footstool," he said. "And most precious of all, I give you the wee baby I will never hold in my arms.

His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty.

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

Papa loves you with a dying and infernal love," the youngest girl said. "Undying," the eldest girl corrected. "And eternal.

She knew she had never been truly alive until she met him, and never so happy and content with her lot until she was touched by the sorrow of him.

Living to an extraordinary age, she mourned them all equally as she buried her husband and, one by one, her children. In this suffering she found the best sort of perfection--the kind that never demands it of others.

The soul, it longs for its mate as mas as the body. Sad it is that the body be greedier than the soul. But if you be happy all your days, as I was with your grandfather, subdue the body and marry the soul. Look for the heart-and-soul love.

Demonstrate talent, said Grandmother often to me, and you will still be loved by a husband when beauty has faded.

I have observed that you treat a man as an old garment to be taken apart and stitched again. Perhaps you could think of him as good cloth, rich fabric that wants only to be embroidered upon. And perhaps, if you will do that, you will see that you love Tailor yourself.