Quotes About Love

She smiled, looking pert, and said, "I love to be the center of attention." "The hell you do. That Gale Storm bit doesn't suit you, honey.

When God had completed the creation of the world as a sacred temple of his glory and wisdom, he conceived a desire for one last being whose relation to the whole and to the divine Author would be different from that of every other creature. At this ultimate moment God considered the creation of the human being, who he hoped would come to know and love the beauty, intelligence, and grandeur of the divine work...

We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do them.

A woman's flattery may inflate a man's head a little, but her criticism goes straight to his heart, and contracts it so that it can never again hold quite so much love for her.

Hate yearned to destroy and sought to forget, but love could not. Love strove creatively towards days that had yet to come.

Jesus, take me to your blessed home above and wrap me in the bosom of thy love...

When loved ones depart forever, all that remains is the light from their eyes trapped in their jewelry. Beyond memory, it is the only souvenir we ever keep.

Há memórias que são o próprio amor: o toque das mãos da minha mãe; o cheiro do cachimbo do meu Papá; o sorriso de Meia-Noite. E os olhos de Violeta. Compreendi que para mim ela era ao mesmo tempo uma estranha e a maior das amigas.

Esta foi assim a última lição que Francisca me ensinou: que eu, John Zarco, não tinha qualquer poder mágico. Não havia canções de amor suficientemente poderosas para derrotar a morte. Todas as coisas mais importantes estavam fora do nosso controlo.

Is it odd to picnic at one's mother's grave? To sit up on the cliff and trickle pebbles over the ledge and listen to them bounce until they disappear? To eat an apple, to feel the sun, and to remember her, she who gave so much that it will never diminish? Is it odd to live with ehr in you, to continue to share your days and thoughts with the presence of her loving spirit?

I love the past so much because I love the present. I know I have to go into the world and become shaped, altered, bent, myself-individuated-and that there will be pain and joy in the process. I am not the land itself, neither am I a clone of my family. But the magnitude of my attachment to these things-and the stability it affords-staggers me.

I pointed to a red-tailed hawk half a mile above us. I watched the hawk to see if it was Chubb. Strange things happen in the animal world when a loved one dies, that's a fact. They honor our passage with far more reverence than we do theirs.

The rich-soil part, the mystery beneath all those reasons, is that I love it. There is an awareness, an addictive alertness, a super-heightened sensitivity that approaches and then becomes a kind of spirituality.

Fear breaks relationships (trust is the bridge that establishes relationships). You can have love and even genuine forgiveness, but if you do not have trust, a relationship is not possible. Fear and pride tear down the trust that makes a relationship possible, therefore creating division.

LOVE is not only an Emotion.....It is the Highest Emotion.

There is more than a little love involved in all of this.

God's love is his nature and he is so full of mercy that he has not chosen whom he loves based on their personal achievements or perceived worth. His love is given to those who are not worthy. He is not seeking to unite himself only to those who meet certain qualifications of looks, personality, and aptitude, but instead he has chosen a bride who was once an orphaned whore.

Sometimes the ones the world has no place for are best equipped to show us what it is to live fully and to be truly loved.

Grace was created out of love so that we could be rescued from being nice people and become people who love the world the way Jesus does.

Uzzah is the picture of the self-reliant religious person who goes through the motions but doesn't get in on the dynamic love of God. We will never be fully alive if we put God in a box.

But we serve best when we understand our belovedness. When we serve as the beloved, we are creating a new world with the Father and for the Father's pleasure.

Dad, she can't be dead. She's my mom. She can't be.

if only she hadn't agreed to wear the pink pajamas there in the Mercer Hotel. Because once I saw her in them, I loved her in the same way I love my sister, which is an impasse of the truly impassable sort. ????

Isn't a tangle of limbs a glorious thing to behold? Don't you wish to be in a tangle of limbs?