True love is not a crock, but patriotism is.
True love is not a crock, but patriotism is.
Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass
Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill...
I set off, off to kill the man I love.
But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch. It was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, the man I loved. Dimitri, the Strigoi I wanted to save. Dimitri, the monster I'd most likely have to kill. The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd move on. He was always with me, always on my mind, always making me question myself.
If I had learned anything in my life about love, it was that they were tenous things that could end at any moment. Caution was essential-but not at the cost of risking your life
I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.
When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.
Love fills everything. It cannot be desired because it is an end in itself. It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession. It cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks. Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant.
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.
Many people don't allow themselves to love...because there are a lot of things at risk a lot of future and a lot of past.
Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or--such is the pleasure they experience--they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.
Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.
But if I don't think about love, I will be nothing.
I think love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.
Enamoured making love regularly, even when he doesn't making love.
Before anything else I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.
I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won't survive.
I would know you anywhere for my true love. Whoever I was and whoever you were, I would know you at once for my true love.
It is not time that changes man nor knowledge the only thing that can change someone's mind is love.
Then we shan't regard anyone as a lover of knowledge or wisdom who is fussy about what he studies…
Love one another, but let's try not to possess one another.
Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me.
The aim of every human being is to understand the meaning of total love.
The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.
Love will never separate a man from his personal legend
Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.
This is what we call love. When you are loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there's no need at all to understand what's happening, because everything happens within you.
We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.
Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.
When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought.
He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.
I start to think that I'm losing the love I have without having yet won the love I hope to win.
Being in love, I find myself smiling for no reason at all...
What it's like to be a parent: It's one of the hardest things you'll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.
Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.
And it's like some tiny nothing that sets off a natural disaster halfway across the world, only this was the opposite of disaster, how by accident she saved me with that thoughtless act of grace, and she never knew, and how that, too, is the part of the history of love.
What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.
For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love...
Love is Love no matter old you are, and I knew if I gave you enough time, you'd come back to me.
Herman slipped his hand into mine, and I thought, An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand, and the next thing that happened was we kissed each other, and I found I knew how, and I felt happy and sad in equal parts, because I knew that I was falling in love, but it wasn't with him.
True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.
I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.
How far should a person go in the name of true love?
I really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.
How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?
I am not laughing, Dorian; at least I am not laughing at you. But you should not say the greatest romance of your life. You should say the first romance of your life. You will always be loved, and you will always be in love with love. A grande passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do. That is the one use of the idle classes of a country. Don't be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.
Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.
Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.
Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories