Quotes About Love

It makes me cry because it means that fewer and fewer people are believing it's cool to want what I want, which is to be married and have kids and love each other in a monogamous, long-lasting relationship.

Cause that's all I want. A sweet, mature, normal, loving guy, with no baggage. And who has an absolutely enormous penis.

at that point I was missing my mother viscerally, painfully. When I was pregnant, I had enough time to visualize taking care of my daughter without a husband. That was easy. Most of my friends' husbands don't even change diapers. But not having a mom around to support me was torture. It felt especially cosmically mean that my mother had been an obstetrician and gynecologist and I'd had a tough delivery.

The fear of raising this baby myself, forever. All these fears were the worst I've ever had in my life, and Rose helped me keep them at bay. She was my mom when I needed a mom, and that wasn't even her job.

We text, and one time she asked if I would ever need her again. I told her I don't know if I'll have another baby, but if it meant she would come and live with me, I may just go ahead and do it.

Because I think that it finally dawned on me that I have a child who will never know her grandmother, the person who was the closest to me in the world. And I was about to start this journey with my daughter by myself without the help of my mother. I was going to raise her alone, and I was terrified.

And when she's at the door, Mark stops her and he says, "I like you, very much. Just as you are." It's ridiculous that I love this so much. It's so simple. It's not a witty, perfectly phrased, Ephron-y declaration by our charming, neurotic hero. It's so … plain. But the idea is the most beautiful thing in the world. So, obviously, it makes me cry.

I think I love the scene because it reflects how love works. "Soul mates" is what you aim for, but soup snakes is what you get sometimes.

I enjoy watching people fall in love on-screen so much that I can suspend my disbelief for the contrived situations that only happen in the heightened world of romantic comedies. I have come to enjoy the moment when the normal lead guy, say, slips and falls right on top of the hideously expensive wedding cake. I actually feel robbed when the female lead's dress doesn't get torn open at a baseball game while the JumboTron is on her.

And maybe the sacrifices will feel worth it, because having a partner that amazing to journey with is just that rewarding.

My mom and I have always had issues.

I'm a mom first.

Keep me safe, keep me from harm, keep me in your loving arms.

Jesus comes first. Then others. Then yourself. All of our decisions come down to that. Christ taught us to live in community. He wants us to be His hands and feet.

In a way, I realized, every woman risked her life when bringing a child into the world. Labor and delivery were serious business, and not for the faint of heart. Yet down through the centuries women took that risk, willing to trade life for life.

Love the holy Scriptures, and wisdom will love you.

When you're down and don't think you can get back up, when you've been crying so hard there isn't any more tears, when you're so mad you've broken three things, just remember: when Christ died for you, He claimed you as his own.

In my mind I believe that her love for him still exists and that it will continue on for a thousand years, or into eternity.

En realidad, mi verdadero problema era que nunca había estado enamorada y, por tal motivo, mi forma de bailar carecía del profundo sentimiento que sólo se consigue después de experimentar una pasión amorosa.

I took the obi from my father's chest and took it with me. I kept it until I met my husband. I gave it to him. He still wears it.

A real mother could not have done more. Maybe the time has come to change my mind, I thought. When we finished the meal I took the plunge. I looked directly at her and said, "Mom, let's go home.

She felt a surge of affection for the randy bastard--love, she thought, was the most stubborn of all the diseases.

I bless God daily for the bonds of affection that have held us together and brought us through the pestilence. To be loved and honored for who we are, and not what our status represents, is surely the lesson He wanted us to learn when he sent His son to live as a carpenter and not as a king. The future will be bright indeed when even the humblest are given the chance to prove their worth.

And so our reunion was like countless others: the tear of joy were mixed with tears of sorrows, the laughing merging with the weeping. For every one of us who rejoiced at finding a loved one alive, there was someone else who mourned the dead. And those who had survived often had taken the place of someone more worthy who had die.