Quotes About Love

Those who live in caves, die in caves," said All-Father, "and the love of the Wanderer is to wanderers.

You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.

And I wasn't old enough to be wise, so I loved her more, not less, because I knew she would be taken from me soon.

I should rather have you than a heap of gold, even if it were very comfortable to sleep on.

I don't want more sense!" I said loudly, beating against the silence of the room. "Not if sense means I'll stop loving anyone. What is there besides people that's worth holding on to?

He wrote such profound thoughts in such a deceptively simple way. Right off the bat, first paragraph, he tells you life is hard, that there are no simple answers, and that we should all stop moaning about it and get on with it. Love, he wrote, was action, not emotion.

No sacrifice is too great for our children. Whatever we do for them comes back to us in blessings a thousandfold.

I understand that you are learning new things, seeing a different way of life and because you are you, you're full of enthusiasm. But let the mother you think knows nothing and is pretty much useless tell you this: people are just people. Nobody is a bigger saint than the next one; they just hide their true selves better. Sooner or later, you'll figure out for yourself that this community you're madly in love with and want so much to be a part of is just like the rest of the world.

We cannot understand, but that doesn't mean our just and loving God doesn't have His reasons. If we have faith, every experience we undergo in life, good or bad, will bring us closer to Him.

The only cure for grief, someone had once told her, was love.

How do they manage to go on living?.....By loving life. And-in spite of everything-by loving God. By having enough faith to start over again and again; enough faith to risk having our hearts break all over again. That's the true meaning of faith. It's the deepest kind of heroism.

When there was nothing left to gain, nothing more to lose, when one was face-to-face with the moment of greatest despair, to speak to God in love and thanks, rather than to curse Him and one's fate, was the ultimate choice of any human creature, and perhaps the ultimate expression of one's humanity.

To love human beauty is to love something whose very existence is doomed. Love should be based on permanence. On solid, secure things.....Love of God. Love of good deeds. Love of country and family. Love of ideas.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

Our lives are but a splash of water on a stone, nothing more. Then I am the stone on which they fell, and they have marked me. So beware, because I loved them, and they have marked me.

I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.

Real love is painful. It's messy and chaotic and gut-wrenching. If it doesn't hurt, you're doing it wrong.

If you haven't believed a word I've said so far, so be it. But believe this: I will never—I will never—let anything happen to Max. I will protect him with my life.

Today was the first day…" I murmur. "The first day I felt like we were family." "Let's make it official then," he growls. I frown. "What do you mean?" "Let's get married.

I wish I could," she says apologetically. "But I've only got room in my life for one man. And that's my son.

Fiancé is such a cruel word. It shouldn't be. It should be beautiful. A bond, a promise. That's what the word means, after all. I looked it up once. Fiancé: from the French word 'fiance,' meaning, 'to trust.

You're already seared in my memory, kiska," he murmurs. "No picture necessary.

Dad," Max whispers to me, "does Mom seem weird to you?" "Your mom's a fucking warrior," I say gruffly. Max's eyes go wide in shock and awe. "You said a bad word!" "Don't tell on me.