Quotes About Love

Estoy unido a ella por lazos que ni siquiera Dios puede romper. Un día, si una suave brisa le acaricia la mejilla, puede que sea mi aliento; y si una noche el fresco aire juega con su pelo, será mi espíritu el que pasa a su lado.

The key to working through these (relationship) differences is focusing on that which you love, and putting boundaries around that which you don't. You'll also need to avoid the temptation to demean and humiliate your mate for their beliefs. It will take practice and incredible self-regulation, but success in these areas will greatly enhance the quality of your relationship.

We typically think we're going to find the perfect mate who's going to solve all our problems and make our life perfect and that is just unrealistic. We fall in love with human beings, and human being have cracks and we actually love people for their vulnerability.

Be patient with all that is unresolved in your heart, And try to love the questions themselves. Do not seek for the answers that cannot be given, For you would not be able to live them, And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now, And perhaps, without knowing it, You will live along some distant day Into the answers. Rainer Rilke

Romance can be as simple as leaving a note on the refrigerator that says "I love you" or giving an unexpected hug. It can include heroic gestures like helping your partner do his taxes or scouring the tile in her skanky-looking shower or taking a whole day to organize a lover's Nightmare-on-Elm-Street closet.

Contrary to what the ads and commercials tell you, romance does not need to cost a thing. There's not a single thing about being romantic that should require the folks at MasterCard to increase your credit limit. You are deluding yourself if you think that the only way you can be wildly romantic is by single-handedly jumpstarting the economy.

Places ain't home. People is. Bricks and chairs is nothing.

It must be terrible to be old, when you love someone who died young. They never change in your mind, and every day you see yourself grow away from that person you were when you loved and knew them. Until you are more of a shadow than they are, and the girl you were is altogether gone, more dead even than that young man on the battlefield.

Grief is the price we pay for having loved.

It must be terrible to be old, when you love someone who died young. They never change in your mind, and every day you see yourself grow away from that person you were when you loved and knew them. Until

PEOPLE TALK ABOUT being in the doghouse after they have misbehaved. I have never understood why that should be such a bad thing. I love dogs, and would have no trouble at all cuddling up next to one in some little kennel. We could look out at the world side by side, and people would leave us alone. It would be a fine thing altogether.

I bet if big fat Henry hadn't been king, he wouldn't have had so many wives. He was a wicked man, but sad too, I suppose. How awful, to never find someone you could truly love, so you are always looking for her your whole life. And cutting people's heads off when they turn out to be the wrong one.

When you're in love with someone, you want to talk about every single thing in existence with them- while simultaneously saying nothing and just enjoying their presence.

was a love affair that produced moments of ecstasy, moments of pain, and sometimes, when he sensed he was being trapped by his emotions, moments of resentment. "No," I said. "The sea is why I'm here, close to

Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD. (6:4) Thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might. (6:5) The LORD thy God is a jealous God among you. (6:15)

One day I will lie nowhere with an angel at my side.

If you ever mess with my daughter again, it will be the last mistake you make!

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

What dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless; And how they whither, how they fade, The waning wealth, the jilting jade — The fame that for a moment gleams, Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams!

A Golden Day I Found you and I lost you, All on a gleaming day. The day was filled with sunshine, And the land was full of May. A golden bird was singing Its melody divine, I found you and I loved you, And all the world was mine. I found you and I lost you, All on a golden day, But when I dream of you, dear, It is always brimming May.

To-day my skies are bare and ashen, And bend on me without a beam. Since love is held the master-passion, Its loss must be the pain supreme

Some of the girl's cheery hopefulness had come back to her in the presence of her brother's dejection, as a woman always forgets her own sorrow when someone she loves is grieving.