Have you ever had a difference with a dear friend? How his letters, written in the period of love and confidence, sicken and rebuke you! What a dreary mourning it is to dwell upon those vehement protests of dead affection! What lying epitaphs they make over the corpse of love! What dark, cruel comments upon Life and Vanities! Most of us have got or written drawers full of them. They are closet-skeletons which we keep and shun
It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.
I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.
Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
How many husbands and wives must believe they have fallen out of love because their hearts no longer race at the sight of their beloveds!
When a man is in love, jealous, and just whipped by the Inquisition, he is no longer himself.
You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.
I usually learn more from the situations I hate than the ones I love.
Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
Don't forget that in the midst of all your pain and heartache, you are surrounded by beauty, the wonder of creation, art, your music and culture, the sounds of laughter and love, of whispered hopes and celebrations, of new life and transformation, of reconciliation and forgiveness.
Greeting cards routinely tell us everyone deserves love. No. Everyone deserves clean water. Not everyone deserves love all of the time.
If you risked love, it took you wherever you wanted to go. If you repressed it, you ended up unhappy.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.- Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
Love and relationship. All love and relationship is possible for you only because it already exits within me, within God myself. Love is not the limitation; love is the flying. I am love.
This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love.
Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
Love is not the limitation; love is the flying. I am love.
Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
Love is not the limitation; love is the flying.
Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!
Submission is not about authority and it is not obedience; it is all about relationships of love and respect.
Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.
Love's not love when it is mingled with regards that stand aloof from the entire point.
Why do children love to hide and seek? Ask any person who has a passion to explore and discover and create. The choice to hide so many wonders from you is an act of love that is a gift inside the process of life.