Quotes About Love

Make love and kindness toward yourself and others a lifestyle and not a special event.

Opportunities to share love and compassion are all around us. Its going to take and army of compassionate people to heal our world. How will you show yours?

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately all my biggest fears start running through my mind. I wonder if my fears will one day be my new reality. The fears seem so real. I struggle to shift my focus. Then slowly I realize that my fears are devoid of any love and only love is real.

The energy of love is indestructible

Think of the air you breathe as love. Changes everything"

To ensure health in mind, body and spirit, increase giving and receiving love.

You are never left out from having the experience of love. You can always give and receive love right from where you are at. It is always up to you."

Your heart will always open again; if you let it.

The idea of hostages is very deep. Becoming pregnant is taking a hostage–as is running a pawnshop, being a bank, receiving a letter, taking a photograph, or listening to a confidence. Every love story, every commercial trade, every secret, every matter in which trust is involved, is a gentle transaction of hostages. Everything is, to a degree, in the custody of every other thing.

Di me due libri soltanto due libri ti restano. Verrò a prenderli un giorno e ti dirò che ho girato il mondo confuso nel tuo ricordo e ho amato tutto ciò che incontravo per disperdermi: e dirò che mi hai rubato Montale e il senno in un giorno di sole.

Straight lines go too quickly to appreciate the pleasures of the journey. They rush straight to their target and then die in the very moment of their triumph without having thought, loved, suffered or enjoyed themselves. Broken lines do not know what they want. With their caprices they cut time up, abuse routes, slash the joyous flowers and split the peaceful fruits with their corners. It is another story with curved lines. The song of the curved line is called happiness.

But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true piece is when you curl around one little piece of something. One little fern. One little frond. One person to love.

Her courage frightens and amazes me. It make me hopeful for her. Is that what you call love? Is that what you call hope?

But he saw Naomi as the wind traveling over the field, always searching, never stopping, and never knowing that true peace is when you curl around one little piece of something. One little fern. One little frond. One person to love.

Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders. "The Stone," she laughed. "I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

The ideal of maternal instinct can act as a barrier to acquiring tool women need to cope with children. If you really love your kids, the text of public conversation to mothers reads, you won't hit them. End of discussion. Who needs tools when instincts are supposedly doing your job for you?

Love wasn't about numbers, Naomi realized then. It wasn't about selling yourself or wanting anything in return. It wasn't about hoping for safety. It was just— That purr.

I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No—scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

I'd like to look like a wife with two kids who's been married for ten years and been in love every single day of it. - from Boo

I still cook at home. A lot of chefs I think don't cook at home. But I still do, I love cooking at home, I love having friends.

Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other.

Whatever happens in a romance novel doesn't always have to stay in one.

Being enabled, like being loved, is one of the marvels of the world's benevolence. It is to be given wings.

If you love something, set it free. Unless it's chocolate. Never release chocolate.