Love Quotes - Page 19

Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe."Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.

a person who tries to use reasoning to explain faith gets lost in the wilderness of incomprehension.

Though a modern woman’s computer is more intimate than her bed...

Luck, Love and Life.The three of them are interrelated.Once you are in love, luck favors you and your life takes the good path at every turn.Once you get luck on your side, you find your life to be worthy and love at your doorstep.Once you realise the importance of your life, love comes all the way to you and brings luck all along.

But even as she was going through with it she knew it was useless, just as it was useless to save a single earring when the other half of the pair was lost

She allowed me to understand I'd done everything I could for her, and that I, and everyone who loved her, had to step away and go on living.Now I know what she wanted from me on the day she told me she was afraid. It was exactly what I wanted when I had cancer and I thought I was going to die. I should have sat down next to her, put my arms around her, and told her that I loved her. That's all anyone wants. It took me a long time to figure this out. It's a complicated human puzzle. But it's never too late to know that love is all you need.

To stop war, teach peace, love, cooperation, and most of all—forgiveness.

You told me mornings were the best time to break your own heart. So here I am, smoking your brand of cigarettes for the scent. I wonder if you still sing Beatles songs as you make coffee. You said your mother used to sing them to you when you couldn’t sleep, nineteen years before we met, twenty before you moved your clothes out of our closet while I was at work. By the way, I hate you for leaving all the photographs on the fridge. Taking them down felt like peeling off new scabs, like slapping a sunburn. I spent so many nights carving your body into pillows, I can promise you nothing feels like sleeping with your arm around me and your breath in my ear. Still, it’s comforting to know we sleep under the same moon, even if she’s so much older when she gets to me. I like to imagine she’s seen you sleeping and wants me to know you’re doing well.

And once Ive learnt to hold my own heart, I can conquer the feeling of yours.

Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds.

Whether you call yourself a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, a Hindu or an Atheist, if you have kindness in your heart and compassion in your act, you are on the right path of religion.

They sought the pain they knew so well and called it love.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

Always be positive, enjoy the music of rain on a rainy day.

There’s a Chinese word that means “soul sister,” and that is the word I would use to address you in my heart. Listen to me, soul sister: Fate or luck or destiny already put you through hell once. Please don’t make it worse by condemning yourself. There is no choice that would have left you feeling no guilt. Every time I watch Adam struggle to speak, every time I see another child laugh and point at him, every time I watch his face fall as he realizes he is not going to be treated like the other kids, I feel wrenched by guilt just as you did when you heard my story. Life is hard. We make the best choices we can. Condemnation, whether it comes from around you or inside you, only robs the world of another dram of compassion. God knows, we need all the compassion we can get. If you promise to try to forgive yourself, I’ll try to forgive myself as well. I think, in my heart of hearts, that there is nothing for either one of us to forgive.

It is those who injure women who get the most kindness from them.

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

You are the greatest wife of all time and I love you so much more’ said my husband, Jeremiah Nii Mama Akita.

the bouquetBetween me and the worldyou are a bay, a sailthe faithful ends of a ropeyou are a fountain, a wind, a shrill childhood cry.Between me and the worldyou are a picture frame, a windowa field covered in wildflowersyou are a breath, a bed,a night that keeps the stars company.Between me and the world, you are a calendar, a compassa ray of light that slips through the gloomyou are a biographical sketch, a book marka preface that comes at the end.between me and the worldyou are a gauze curtain, a mista lamp shining in my dreamsyou are a bamboo flute, a song without wordsa closed eyelid carved in stone.Between me and the worldyou are a chasm, a poolan abyss plunging downyou are a balustrade, a walla shield’s eternal pattern.

Love spells are nothing but wives' tales. You can't play magic inside the heart, for it's more powerful than any spell. Lust you can order up with a wink, desire with a smile. But love is love, and there is nothing can touch it.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male.She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

I want to promise you / permanence, my constant orbit, but even continents / are revisions. I am only your diving bell in water / hemmed by shifting plates.

It's not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It's the decency of merciful lies.

I am not the number or beautiful face on your black board as you want to give identity to me ! I am me . I am my identity .

You only live when you truly get lost in love.

Wisdom opens the eyes of love.

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

they always mentioned his name. For her, it was as if they were constantly squeezing lemon juice on an open wound.

Despite having been the victim of unfaithfulness, despite seeing infidelity, despite having been through failed relationships and despite being hurt, if you can still love, then, you are strong. You are blessed because love will never leave your doorstep.

A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.

Perhaps it is worse when love has flowed freely to find it one day dammed.

In Paris, strolling arm in arm with a casual sweetheart through a late autumn, it seemed impossible to imagine a purer happiness than those golden afternoons, with the woody odor of chestnuts on the braziers, the languid accordions, the insatiable lovers kidding on the open terraces, and still he had told himself with his hand on his heart that he was not prepared to exchange all that for a single instant of his Caribbean in April. He was still too young to know that heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

Hear others, and you will be heard.Understand others, and you will be understood.Help others, and you be will be helped.Love others, and you will be loved.

I am deeply in love with my life. With profound gratitude, I love and enjoy everything around me.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

Living things don't all requirelight in the same degree. Some of usmake our own light: a silver leaflike a path no one can use, a shallowlake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.But you know this already.You and the others who thinkyou live for truth and, by extension, loveall that is cold.

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness.

What is your intention as you begin dating? Are you hoping to enter into another serious relationship right away? Exclusive or Open? Companion? Friend with benefits? You define this. Don’t let someone else define this for you.

Never allow anyone to break your bond of love.

Things had improved after he was born. We both loved him with such fervor that it was impossible that some wouldn’t splash back on us.

We are rich in hearts, but poor with love.

Treat me well and I will tell... Treat me bad and I feel sad. Treat me good, change my mood. Treat me sweet and call it quits!

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

Give yourself to a great cause, not only your possessions.

It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls.

I find something incredibly sexy about a man who pursues love with care, it's like he knows the feeling of heartbreak; so he's gentle with whom he gives his heart too.

Enjoy every moment. Today will never come back.

Fun is never gone because life is fun.

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

She knows he's not the same. He's different now. The eyes that once held too much contain nothing at all. He is colorless. Faded like sun-drenched wallpaper. The man that stands before her has no answers to her questions, and no ointment for her fears.

To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love.

My weakness is that I care so much!!! She knew my weakness and USED ME as long as she wants!

I’m getting off the boat at Coconut Grove. It’s six and you’re not on the dock. I finish up, and start walking home, thinking you’re tied up making dinner, and then I see you and Ant hurrying down the promenade. He is running and you’re running after him. You’re wearing a yellow dress. He jumps on me, and you stop shyly, and I say to you, come on, tadpole, show me what you got, and you laugh and run and jump into my arms. Such a good memory.I love you, babe.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

When you are doing something you love, you see the lover dancing in your heart.

And there lies the heart of it, perhaps: in unworthiness. For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.

If two people could make each other smile and laugh and forget all the pain and darkness in the world for a moment, why should we feel ashamed of it?

The thing that had been, it is that which shall be; And that which is done is that which shall be done.

To become a leader, renovate your mind with painting of peace and roof your heart with ceiling of love. No love, no leader!

It was love without reason, love for something futureless, love that appeared to exist only to be itself, imperious and all demanding, the kind that would cause him to make a fool of himself in an instant.