Love Quotes - Page 84

I'm dangerous for you, Abby.

The act of true giving is indistinguishable from receiving.

There is an unspoken agreement in every successful relationship: "I'm not perfect and you're not perfect. I can ignore your imperfections if you can ignore mine. I choose to spend my life in your company.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities. Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

Odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined. Or weren't quite as well known as you had hoped to be. In the beginning, a lover drank in every word and gesture and then tried to hold on to that intensity for as long as possible. But inevitable, if two people were together long enough, that intensity had to wane.

Whisper me a kiss…Softly… softly brushing my cheekAs an - Oh! - so delicate caress…A gentle kiss upon my fingertips,So healing in its tenderness…Breathing your kiss upon my mouth,You softly whisper me a kiss…Oh! Whisper me a kiss…In your sweet breath is the promiseWafting me gently to a healing spaceThis oft tossed ship carried ‘pon your breathOh! Let me harbor in your embrace!Oh love… again… whisper me a kiss…Set us free to sail ‘cross time and space.Oh! Again… Whisper me a kiss…In your arms, the promise of forever…Shining as stars in your ebony eyesCome my love, tomorrow’s our dawn…Floating free as the star flies Our love, the vessel… you, my tether…On whispered kisses, together we’ll rise.Softly… Softly… Whisper me a kiss…"Whisper Me A Kiss"by D. Denise Dianaty© 30 August 2014

Break my heart or break my fall.

But you're the only one, Scarlet. You'll always be the only one.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:Then, heigh-ho, the holly!This life is most jolly.

Love is about giving, about caring for the other person's welfare. Love is treating someone, in the Kantian sense, never as a means but as an end in themselves. Love is sacrifice, love is something you work at, something you build like a house or tend like a plant, brick by brick, drop by drop, day by day. Nonsense. Old wives' tales, old husbands' tales. That is affection they are talking about, that is companionship, that is charity, that is tickets for the Cancer Research Ball. You must ask the young if you want to know what love is. Only they are deep enough in it to describe. We older ones have clues and simulacra, we base our judgement, like pathologists do, on the dents and scars and sediments of hearts long kept in formaldehyde. It is the pulsing heart you want to probe: the pulsing, beating, leaping, dipping, fluttering heart of a seventeen-year-old.

They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So I did, I listened closely to the beat of my heart and it always brought me back to you.

I always wondered why I didn't try to seduce you, since you're so good-looking, more appealing than any woman.

We are victims of our history and our present. They place too many obstacles in the way of love. And we cannot enjoy even our differences in peace.

Now,Because I put you in the past,My life is like:A path paved,Fit for your feet.Now other women walk on it;And not one of them fits.Walking crooked, on a path that's straight.I watch them.They don't even have your gait.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

A powerful truth is that if we love the Lord, love His Word, love His people, and love one another, we won’t want to gossip.

It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

To live a worthy life, just love.

Frustration and Love can’t exist in the same place at the same time, so get real and start doing what you would rather be doing in life. Love your life. All of it. Even the heavy shit that happened to you when you were 8. All of it was and IS perfect.

A love letter can be very short or it can be long; it can be literary or non-literary; it can be bright or dark, cheerful or tragic. But above all, for a love letter to be a love letter it must be sincere!

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

Hatred makes you weak where else love makes you vulnerable. There's a difference.

You need not to love everyone, but you need to be polite with everyone, people will appreciate your politeness more than your love, because politeness is sweeter than love.

...she knew, with all her heart that running away from the country’s top relationship coach was as good as saying, 'there’s no hope for me, ever'!

Love is a lady. Lust is a tramp.

When you really love someone, you think about him all the time. No matter where you are or what you're doing, he never completely leaves your thoughts. When you're apart, you want to be with him. When you're together, you're conscious of every move he makes, every word he says, and every breath he takes. Just the sight of him makes your heart rae and your mouth go dry. And when he touches you, the rest of the world disappears.

Love is the greatest strength.

There is a correlation between the number of days since a man last had sex, and, the number of things that he is willing to do for a woman.

She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched her face and ran down her cheeks.

We are with ourselves 24/7, so we should try to treat ourselves with the most kindness, love and respect.

You love God by showing love to His creations

I hate the part of waking up when my head still feels heavy and would want to go back to sleep but now it's different. I like the way I anticipate those 'good mornings' with you. I feel so much alive and there's no sleeping back because you've finally come out of my dreams.

In a world where you can be anything, be kind.

People don't get to choose who they fall in love with. The only get to choose who they stay in love with.

A transference of memory was occurring as she, the vessel, the source, wrung every small, muffled detail into me, the depository. And once it began, it was difficult to interrupt or stop

I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.

It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory.

Your choices are the reason you are who you are today. When you look back, maybe thinking you shouldn't have done a particular thing, don't stay there. Live for this very moment. After all, this moment is what really matters, your past has come and gone. Move on,

Where I am always thou art. Thy image lives within my heart

You find love, not by looking, but by giving away.

In choosing a mate, don't pick the tallest and most handsome or the most beautiful. Don't choose one just because that person raises your physical passions. Look for the person who is good from within, the one with substance and worth.

My heart leaves, hitchhikes right out of my body, heads north, catches a ferry across the Bering Sea and plants itself in Siberia with the polar bears and ibex and long-horned goats until it turns into a teeny-tiny glacier. Because I imagined it.

Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel.His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.

No one can grasp the love of the God of the universe without knowing His Son.

Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops...

Once you've done it with him, he won't abandon you. If he really loves you, if he's a man with a heart, he'll follow you wherever you go. If he doesn't, he isn't the man you want, is he?

I love you...I love you without needing you, I love you without wanting you. I love you for being you. Because, you see, needing you is a necessity; and wanting you is a desire. But being, is as it is. And so, you as you are, this as it is, is as it is just fine. I guess the next level will be, I love you... with no explanation. Simply because I'm lost at words for you, and even if I found words, none of them would explain. Like a man who speaks another language trying to communicate, so will I be a love that feels an unexplainable feeling, trying to explain. I can't... And that's okay.

Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.

Ready for the cheap escapeOn the brink of self destruction Widespread panic Broken glass inside my head Bleeding down these thoughts ~

He was nine years old; he was a child; he he knew his own soul, it was precious to him, he guarded it as the eyelid guards the eye, and without the key of love he let no one into his soul.

It wouldn't be fair to Chevy, and it wouldn't be fair to me. The love I had for him was consuming and powerful and raw. I briefly close my eyes as memories of Chevy's hands on my body and his lips on mine cause warmth to curl in my bloodstream...Even when we fought, we never had problems with attraction.

Stop Baby don’t cry There’s a way For you and me We gotta try …………………..Wait It’s never too late You and me Till the morning light Never hesitate ………………..Close your eyes You know I love you I’m in love with you ……………………..Close your eyes You know I need you There’s a way for two Baby me and you ……………………………………

Perfect love, like perfect partner does not exist. We create our own perfect love. If you care to know, a a good partner is like a construction engineer. To build the kind of house he want, he must pick the material that best suits his needs and maybe his wallet too.

Let's never stop holding each other's hands.We all need to have our hand held sometimes.

So many thoughts ran through my head. Most of them contained the same, simply three words so often strung together that it was too much a classic cheese or cliche to say it, but they still had meaning, no matter how many times they had been repeated.

I don’t know anything different about death than I ever have, but I feel differently. I inhabit this difference in feeling- or does it live in me?- at the same time as I’m sorrowing. The possibility of consolation, of joy even, does not dispel the sorrow. Sorrow is the cathedral, the immense architecture; in its interior there’s room for almost everything; for desire, for flashes of happiness, for making plans for the future…

Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.

Each and every day, I miss you baby, please don't go away. I need you lady, you're the sunshine of my lonely life, in this life I know, it's hard to find you, oh don't let me go, I'll die without you, each and every night I'm crying to be with you ……

Until your our last breath, lots of surprises waiting for you each day, and at those points you can't do anything, just wait, watch and react according to the situation like helpless kid.After the last breath also, you don't know, even more surprises are there for you like heaven or hell.. Hahaha, it's the true meaning of life....

Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.