For Love Quotes

the heavens raped from our misuse of love

Have you killed a man, drowned a crocodile, hunted a wolf, or raped an abuser? Stop pretending you love someone.

Planting a tree is the easiest way to align yourself with the cosmic rhythm.

Is there cure of love? I Think not, but David you can tame it, I mean Yoga.Says Bhutta

Right now, all she knew was that she had the potential to love him greatly and fiercely, and she wanted to do so and nothing else very much and for many years.

:Wait for me here?: :Until the moon crumbles into the sea, : Shadowmane whispered. Wareska laughed again. :Always so eloquently dramatic.:

I adore you, Chiru. I want to show you in ways words can't express

Love is always a miracle, everywhere, every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous, ...It is though.

Love is always a miracle, everywhere, every time. But for us, it's a little different.

I never stopped loving you, I continued loving you in a different way.

Everyone I've ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people''Find my people?''Your tribe

Buried emotions are caged nighthawks that have fallen in love with the moon. They don’t understand the sun because they were born with the darkness of shadows in their soul.

Love is always a miracle, everywhere, every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous...Our miracle is different because people say it's impossible.

When you have clarity and commit to manifesting your heart’s desire, you will be drawn to those who light you up on every level…and they will be drawn to you.

How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?

We speak of love when we destroy nature.It sounds like innocence of cruel arrogance.

My eyes were drawn to him as if my world was black and white and he was a rainbow.

How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.

While I’d like to believe in the possibility of a love that doesn’t involve denial, I haven’t seen an example yet.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back."-Plato

Every single day I'll keep you with me, no matter how far from me you are.

Please take a long, hard look at your textbook, cause I'm history

I don't know why you care. He doesn't even know you're there

I'd like to add her initial to my monogram...

Won't you be my girlfriend I'll treat you goodI know you hear your friends when they say you should 'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star The one to show you where you are

love is but an echo in her head

wake up who cares about little boys that talk too much

His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.

When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l'oiseau chanter, - Lui n'entend que comment aimer.)

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.

All bad behavior is really a request for love, attention, or validation.

Loyalty is what you focus on and won't give up.

The gift of your time and attention is love in action.

God’s love is God’s attention.

Everytime he looked at her she felt brighter inside, and she yearned to keep his attention, to hold his gaze.

He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn.

Attention is the most concrete expression of love. What we pay attention to thrives. What we do not pay attention to withers and dies. What will you pay attention to today?

Not everyone who stares likes us

All that mattered was him looking at me

This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it.

The miraculous intimacy we shared did not have the time to generate into resentful emotional bondage

It's in giving yourself that you possess yourself

Intimacy makes you feel unique. Intimacy makes you feel as though you have been singled out, that someone in the world believes you have special qualities that nobody else has.

...intimacy isn't something men talk about. They may talk about politics, literature, stocks, or sports, depending on the man, but about their love lives they keep silent, even to their dying breath.

Every promise we kept, every squeeze of the hand, every secretive smile we exchanged, every crying child we comforted- every one of those moments narrowed the distance between us.

Terrifying, that the loss of intimacy with one person results in the freezing over of the world, and the loss of oneself.

Hearts are connected by the slenderest of threads.

If you're heartless, try not to steal someone else's

What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing?