Quotes About Love

But a mother sees her child's shortcomings, even if she doesn't admit to them very often.

The heart is a strange creature. It loves, it hates, it hopes.

Dedication: To friends—that word for rare and precious people who care about one another Who cry together Laugh together Dream together You live in my heart Thank you, my friends!

manageable." "Mother, I need to go back there for a few days." Gloria

Men! Why did they always have to be so difficult? "There will always be ups and downs, but I like to think if Nate's beside me, we'll get through it.

How could parents raise children and then watch them walk out of their lives? Were they all masochists? Why would they do that to themselves? He knew the answer deep down; he'd felt it when Chrissie told him she loved him. They did it because for all the pain and heartache children brought, they gave back equal amounts of pure, limitless joy.

They did it because for all the pain and heartache children brought, they gave back equal amounts of pure, limitless joy.

Unless you find someone to share your life. Then anyplace that person is feels like home.

And when you look at him again, it's not the speck of drool on his pillow you see or the way his belly hangs over his pants a lot more than it used to. What you see, deep down, is the love, and the memories, and the hope. That's what makes everything worthwhile.

Love has nothing to do with it. It's commitment and toughness when your world shatters around you. It's losing babies and jobs and hope. It's sickness and pain, and disillusionment and broken dreams.

Anybody that's ever loved has been hurt, some worse than others. Hearts ripped, trust gone, even hope tossed in the trash." Those eyes grew brighter, the voice softer. "But if you fight for it and keep talking, you can get through it to the other side. And that's where you have another chance.

We can try to catch moments with people we care about." She thought of Cash and Tess, JJ, Riki. And Will. "Because in the end, the moments are all we have.

Their physical appearances faded next to the expressions on their faces. Pure joy.

relationships are like gardens. They require constant tending and vigilance to prevent weeds, encourage growth, and promote a bountiful harvest.

Am I willing to give up what I have in order to be what I am not yet? Am I able to follow the spirit of love into the desert? It is a frightening and sacred moment. There is no return. One's life is charged forever. It is the fire that gives us our shape.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

Maybe the kind of love that made your heart leap into your throat was the kind that could kill you.

De dragul iubirii, m?nânci tot felul de chestii pe care nu le supor?i.

Whether or not true love or love at first sight existed, energy between people did. Chemistry. She felt him before she saw him. And now, when their eyes met, a current ran between them, as sure as a live wire.

It won't take 40 years for opposition to same-sex marriage to dissipate.

Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.

Every day I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.

I lay my tasks down one by one; I sit in the silence of twilight grace. Out of the shadows, deep and dun, Steals, like a star, my Baby's face. .... I will take up my work once more, As if I had never laid it down. Who will dream that I ever wore, In triumph, motherhood's sacred crown? .... Nevertheless, the way is long, And tears leap up in the light of the sun. I'd give my world for a cradle-song, And a kiss from Baby—only one.

The way is short, O friend, That reaches out before us; God's tender heavens above us bend, His love is smiling o'er us; A little while is ours For sorrow or for laughter; I'll lay the hand you love in yours On the shore of the Hereafter.