Love Quotes - Page 103

We invented marriage. Couples invented marriage. We also invented divorce,mind you. And we invented infidelity,too, as well as romantic misery. In fact we invented the whole sloppy mess of love and intimacy and aversion and euphoria and failure. But most importantly of all, most subversively of all, most stubbornly of all, we invented privacy.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.

Reality is, Hope and Despair lie in the same places. And they're just a matter of perspective.What changed my perspective, was her.

Take caution when declaring war because you may believe it will be easy, but war will always end in despair.

All she wanted was love with respect, respect was so important to her, and I could give her that.

Embrace all. Help some. Trust few. Harm none.

Heaven's currency is friendship.

Be with your loved ones and feed your soul with the deep connections that money can't buy. Your bank richness will never amount to the richness of love.

Victory must be real. It must be earned. That means it must be rare and difficult, against steep odds, and defeat must be the other.

the heavens raped from our misuse of love

She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She'd remain outside the public sector. She'd be an anarchist, she'd travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself to be totally irrational. She'd fall in love with a totally inappropriate person. She'd really work on it, but abandon would be involved as well. She'd have different names, a.k.a. Snake, a.k.a. Snow - no that was juvenile. She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter.

Failure is a pitfall of working without a plan.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.

You know you love him when you can't sleep at night and get up early to talk to him the next morning.

You don't fall in love, you grow in love...If you fallen love, you can fall out of it. We'll let love grow.

The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.

How can I not believe that there is a God who exists and loves, when the people before me are infused with that love and pour it out daily?

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.

Let me be cursed, let me be base and vile, but let me also kiss the hem of that garment in which my God is clothed; let me be following the devil at the same time, but still I am also your son, Lord, and I love you, and I feel a joy without which the world cannot stand and be.

Love your children while they are young. Because they grow up soon enough, and then… then the have no need of you.

GOD IS YOUR THOUGHTS

World needs positive energy. Put your happy energy into the universe.

Its not easy to Love someone, it makes your heart addicted and your soul craving !!

Sometimes God allows what he hates to accomplish what he loves.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.

That's the big picture, your happiness. And health. You should never care what a man thinks of you -- until he demonstrates to you that he cares about making you happy. If he isn't trying to make you happy, then send him back from "whence" he came because winning him over will have no benefit. At the end of the day, happines, joy...and yes...your emotional stability...those comprise the only measuring stick you really need to have.

Don't seek love externally, it's fleeting. Go beyond the ego and awaken thelove that already exists within; it will encompass everyone andeverything in your life; it will permeate your very being.

Effort will always triumph over unapplied potential.

If I did anything right it was when I decided to practice forgiveness and free my heart from pain.

Be happy for what you have not for what you should have.

So that's what we did - rocketing down Sixth Avenue, dashing around the rest of the post-concert crowd, splashing our tracks until our ankles were soaked. You took the lead, and I started to lose my sprint. But then you looked back, stopped, and waited for me to catch up, for me to take your hand, for us to continue to run in the rain, drenched and enchanted, my words to Amanda no longer feeling like a requirement, but a foretelling.

If you’re willing to live in a cardboard box on the streets with him, then marry him.

For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?

To build the bridges of love, extend your hands of kindness.

You can have all the money in the world, one of the biggest mansions ever built, be one of the most famous people in the world, and still be as unhappy as Mariah Carey was. Money and fame don't make people happy. Only God does. Amen.

She never allowed the external world to change her soul, that was her magic.

If I reveal myself without worrying about how others will respond, then some will care, though others may not. But who can love me, if no one knows me? I must risk it, or live alone.

We develop more empathy, when we realise that we are all ultimately looking for the same things - love, peace and acceptance.

You can’t make someone your everything because when they are gone you have nothing left.

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.

[But] you can't find love if you're not willing to lose it. You can't find happiness if you're not willing to risk being sad. And you can't find the love of your life without risking breaking your heart.....drive in.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?

Whether we're forgiving our parents or someone else or ourselves, the laws of mind remain the same.  As we love, we shall be released from pain and as we deny love, we shall remain in pain.  Each of us have different fears and different manifestations of fear,  but all of us are saved by the same technique:  The call to God to save our lives by salvaging our minds.  'Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.  For love is the kingdom and love is the glory and love is the power, forever and forever.

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as do the ordinary people, but to fulfill it in its true potential - the imagination.

Love is in heart, not in our brains...

You'll never know everything about anything, especially something you love.

I think the idea of a soul mate is too romanticised, Don't get me wrong; romance is bliss, but to me, A soul mate is something so much more. It is possibility when hope falls short, it is waking on a Monday excited for breakfast - because it's with them, it's finding the simple pleasures of life so exhilarating - because your side by side, it is experiencing a connection that won't break, alter or dis-courage the growth of both individual journeys, a soul mate isn't just romance, to me it is so much more.

I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you."Her face is buried in my neck. She nods."I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

Everything is fair and possible in love, war, and politics.

We talk too much about love,but spend little time practising it.We debate too much about love,but spend little time utilizing it.We sermonize too much about love,but spend little time performing it.We write too much about love,but spend little time exercising it.We read too much about love,but spend little time implementing it.

That was the wonderful thing about New York: Years of bad blood could be wiped out with a single gesture of friendliness.

You are lucky, Renisenb. You have found the happiness that is inside everybody's own heart. To most women, happiness means coming and going, busied over small affairs. It is care for one's children and laughter and conversation and quarrels with other women and alternate love and anger with a man. It is made up of small things strung together like beads on a string.

When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.

Once upon a time there was a mother who, in order to become a mother, had agreed to change her name; who set herself the task of falling in love with her husband bit-by-bit, but who could n ever manage to love one part, the part, curiously enough, which made possible her motherhood; whose feet were hobbled by verrucas and whose shoulders were stooped beneath the accumulating guilts of the world; whose husband's unlovable organ failed to recover from the effects of a freeze; and who, like her husband, finally succumbed to the mysteries of telephones, spending long minutes listening to the words of wrong-number callers . . . shortly after my tenth birthday (when I had recovered from the fever which has recently returned to plague me after an interval of nearly twenty-one years), Amina Sinai resumed her recent practice of leaving suddenly, and always immediately after a wrong number, on urgent shopping trips.

The word of sin is Restriction. O man! refuse not thy wife, if she will! O lover, if thou wilt, depart! There is no bond that can unite the divided but love: all else is a curse. Accursed! Accursed be it to the aeons! Hell.