Quotes About Love

Souraya thought those days that she knew so many songs about the misery of love because pain kept love within the boundaries of time, and knowable, whereas what she was experiencing passed beyond the horizon of birth and death; it was like the eternal life the prophets spoke of. A gesture, a kiss, a task, a sentence had a golden elemental endlessness, like the scenes in the murals painted in the island houses.

I think if I could have a boyfriend like my brothers I'd be really happy. But without the brother thing.

I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again. But most are like my sister and me... linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.

I've been riding horses since I was eight. I've never ridden well. Still, there's nothing I'd rather do.

and the poet, Longfellow.

It is better for children to love their parents than to be afraid of them,' she said. 'You see, if they're afraid and they do something wrong, they don't come out with it. It just piles up in side them and goes on getting worse.

Is this for someone special?" asked the saleslady as she folded my purchase in layers of tissue paper. "For my mama," I said proudly. "She dead.

Well, Lord, I changed my mind. Fuck that nigga. Take away my love for that lying piece of shit. Don't change him. Please, God, change my heart.

I vowed to myself to do everything possible to help my parents be happy, and I prayed they would work at it, too. I knew I wanted to provide them with every bit of support I could without taking away their own legs to stand on.

There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge.

I have failed, and failed, and failed again,' he said. 'But no amount of failure can move Elyon's hand of affection away from me. It's inescapable. To live boldly for that kind of love is the least I can do.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

Find love, for love in a broken world will comfort you. Hold on to hope; it will sustain you. Have faith, for in the end it will save you.

Some people are like that: they are made of goodness, their every look spreads tenderness, and from their hands caresses fall all the year round.

All I'm trying to tell you is to be strong. Don't ever let nothing get you down. Don't be afraid or ashamed to love, or to grieve when the thing you love is gone. Just don't let it throw you, no matter how much it hurts.

they rode back she pressed against him, her face on his shoulder, her hands burning his chest like a branding iron.

The idea of God opening up my life, and seeing all the secrets of my heart, the heart that I know all too well, that idea is frightening to me. I use that fear to drive me to live this day, the only day that I have control of to live for God. I cannot change my sins of yesteryear, nor even of yesterday, and I do not know what the uncertain tides of the future may bring, but I can take the now, this present day, and turn it towards worshipping and loving my God.

We believers have a main job: to preach the gospel to every person with the full expectation that many will hear the Word, believe, and begin to discover the deep love of God for themselves; it ought to be more than enough to keep us busy. "Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.

As watchmen working through the night we need to come again and again with our petitions, but always knowing that each prayer, each petition is as perfumed incense to our God, giving us every expectation of an answer from our Loving Father.

What gentle, loving, and patient creatures we ought to be, when we fully realize what grace does for us.

Christianity alone points to man as the problem in the communication between God and man, and alone, of all the religions, tells man that he is completely beyond fixing, broken beyond putting back together, and then, offers love and renewal to those who will recognize their brokenness.

Like all their peers they went about things in the reverse order to the practice of their parents generation. They had sex, realised they got on really well then fell in love.

Grief was a kind of illness, he maintained, and ran a course as predictable as measles or the common cold. Its fever always abated, given time and management, leaving the luckier among them with scars where love had been.

The paradox is that we can only truly love each other when we also love something beyond each other.