Quotes About Love

It had been twenty-one years since I had even touched my wife's hand.

Never forget that the most powerful force on earth is love.

Ou a mulher é fria ou morde. Sem dentada não há amor possível.

Mas o fato é que se apaixonara pela missão que, inicialmente, ele próprio achara um "abacaxi tremendo".

My first marriage was very traditional, in the church, and then we left the church and went to the reception hall. So this time, I'd like to go fairy tale all the way.

A person gives the same things which he/she has preserved inside them. You cannot get love from cruel person similarly you can't be hurt from kind heart person.

Tout à coup je pensai à l'image vaine qui m'avait égaré si longtemps. « Sylvie, dis-je, arrêtons-nous ici, le voulez-vous ? » Je me jetai à ses pieds ; je confessai en pleurant à chaudes larmes mes irrésolutions, mes caprices ; j'évoquai le spectre funeste qui traversait ma vie. « Sauvez-moi ! ajoutai-je, je reviens à vous pour toujours. » Elle tourna vers moi ses regards attendris…

Je me sentais vivre en elle, et elle vivait pour moi seul. Son sourire me remplissait d'une béatitude infinie ; la vibration de sa voix si douce et cependant fortement timbrée me faisait tressaillir de joie et d'amour. Elle avait pour moi toutes les perfections, elle répondait à tous mes enthousiasmes, à tous mes caprices.

Grace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us more - and grace also means there is nothing we can do to make God love us less.

Bless this house, oh Lord, we pray. Make it safe by night and day. Bless these walls, so firm and stout, keeping want and trouble out. Bless the roof and chimney tall, let Thy peace lie over all. Bless the door that it may prove, ever open to joy and love. Bless these windows, shining bright, letting in God's heavenly light. Bless the folks who dwell within, keep them pure and free from sin. Bless us that we'll dwell one day, oh Lord with Thee.

Praise the Lord, O my soul; in my inmost being, I praise Your holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul! We do not forget all Your benefits. For You are the One who forgives all our sins and heals all our diseases, who redeems our lives from the pit and crowns us with love and compassion, who satisfies our desires with good things so that our youth is renewed like the eagle's! . .

You may lose your most valuable property through misfortune in various ways. You may lose your house, your wife and other treasures. But of your moko, you cannot be deprived except by death. It will be your ornament and companion until your last day.

As a lover of the theater, Anna had been fascinated by what drove the human heart to self-destruct. That was over. Now all she cared about was that they be stopped.

Paul laughed then and Anna knew he was happy because she was, and felt the rush she always did when she realized how much he loved her. SIX The ledge they followed was rapidly narrowing and the river had grown ribbon-thin far below them.

Only humans, cursed with the knowledge of their own mortality and that of those whom they loved, were truly alone; each trapped in an ivory tower of skull and bone peeking out through the windows of the soul.     THE

jealousy was not about caring, it was about fear of loss: loss of love, loss of power, or loss of security.

In a culture dominated, if not by violence, then certainly by overheated reports of it dished out by a ratings-starved news media, it reassured her that the love of peace and natural order was still extant in the human soul.

No wonder man was always out to conquer Nature, Anna thought. He can't bear it that she doesn't love him, or even hate him. She simply doesn't give a damn.

perhaps love was like the mumps. If a woman came down with it after forty, it could kill her

Hers was an evil-sounding chuckle that Anna loved. The sort of chortle Dorothy might have heard shortly before all hell broke loose in the land of Oz

She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.

You can only do a thing for the first time once, and that goes for falling in love.

Before his mistress a lover was prostrate, wounded to death by her beauty, killed by her disdain, obliged to an illimitable constancy, marked out for her dangerous service. A smile from her was in theory a gracious reward for twenty years of painful adoration.

Love is not love if there is no beloved.