Quotes About Love

And I could see the weariness in the boy AF's walk, and wondered what it might be like to have found a home and yet to know that your child didn't want you.

Why should one not enjoy in a light-hearted sort of way stories of ladies and gentlemen who fall in love and express their feelings for each other, often in the most elegant phrases?

I'm sure she barely knew the meaning of loneliness with you there.' 'I hope not.

Pero Dios sabrá valorar el lento discurrir del amor que una pareja de anciones siente el uno por el otro, y comprender que las negras sombras forman parte de su totalidad

Mr Capaldi pensava che dentro Josie non ci fosse niente di tanto speciale da non poter esser proseguito. Diceva alla Madre che aveva cercato dappertutto e non l'aveva mai trovato. Ma adesso credo che non cercasse nel posto giusto. C'era invece qualcosa di molto speciale, ma non era dentro Josie. Era dentro quelli che l'amavano.

He gave me something that day... something I wanted to protect. And when it was taken from me I learned how small I was. I vowed to never again care for someone so much, I couldn't bear to lose them.

I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

so I never left due to you being out of my comfort zone and shortness of breath. Besides, I was already in a relationship with… pain and I hated him, but I loved him because pain had been faithful for years.

Marriage is about choices. You have to keep choosing each other. Even when you're not sure it's the right choice.

There were no butterflies, just extreme discomfort because comfort is uncomfortable to someone more acquainted with pain than love.

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes, it was like staring at the back of the moon, only to find that it shines too.

Sometimes, she wondered if she loved him too much and too soon. Loving him had become her salvation. She loved him like he was the last of his kind.

Girlfriends have sight. Wives have vision. You don't marry for better or for better. What you manifest at your lowest is who you are at your highest. If you can't stand with this man in the bad, then why would he want to celebrate you in the good? Get that spirit of girlfriend up off you. Wives stick and stay and pray that man through until he realizes the God in him is so much greater than what the devil has whispered to him.

Marriage is not gonna feel good all the time. You have to have it together for your husband when he doesn't have it together for himself. As his wife you're called to help, to heal and to provide peace in ways he can't get on his own. That's what your rib represents. R.I.B. Rest in the brokenness. Give that man his rib. Can you give him rest in his brokenness? Own your place as the rib. Play

Marriage is not gonna feel good all the time. You have to have it together for your husband when he doesn't have it together for himself. As his wife you're called to help, to heal and to provide peace in ways he can't get on his own. That's what your rib represents. R.I.B. Rest in the brokenness. Give that man his rib. Can you give him rest in his brokenness? Own your place as the rib. Play your position. Don't let

Cooking is an art and patience a virtue... Careful shopping, fresh ingredients and an unhurried approach are nearly all you need. There is one more thing - love. Love for food and love for those you invite to your table. With a combination of these things you can be an artist - not perhaps in the representational style of a Dutch master, but rather more like Gauguin, the naïve, or Van Gogh, the impressionist. Plates or pictures of sunshine taste of happiness and love.

Like a Shakespearean sonnet that captures the very essence of love, or a painting that brings out the beauty of the human form that is far more than just skin deep, Euler's equation reaches down into the very depths of existence.

I felt mildly peculiar to be treasuring love letters for their grammar, but there was nothing else I could treasure them for.

I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--

He smiled. Hesitant at first, then a blazing grin broke through that made my heart stop. I recovered and grinned back and went to throw my arms around his neck, then stopped, blushing. Before I could pull back, he caught my elbows and put my arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug.

Sometimes humans hit on a moment of profundity more complete than their dim minds could comprehend, and they took that nugget of truth and dumped it in the refuse for the bards and the poets to find, and mangle into yodeling paeans of love.

God, I loved him. I could insist I was okay with just being friends, that I'd find someone else and get over him, but I was fooling myself. There was no getting past this. I loved him, and fifty years from now we could be married to other people, never exchanged so much as a kiss, and I'd still looking into his eyes and know he was the one. He'd always be the one.

All I could think about was him, and how much I wanted this, and how incredibly lucky I was to get it, and how tight I was going to hold onto it.