For Love Quotes
Oh, it is wonderful to know that our Heavenly Father loves us - even with all our flaws! His love is such that even should we give up on ourselves, He never will.
Of course I love being in love - but it is marriage that really fulfills me. But not in every case.
'Which is stronger, politics or love?' is like asking, 'Which is stronger, exhaling or inhaling?' They are two sides of the same thing.
Jean Thompson's short-story collection 'Who Do You Love' is a beautiful book, but a hell of a sad one.
All I wanted was for my mom to say, 'I love you, and I'm here for you.' I never got that.
Back when I was dating, the dreaded C word was Commitment. As soon as most men found out I had a child, they ran. If I ever got close enough to say the words, 'I love you, ' they ran faster.
The reason you take antidepressants is to feel calm. And romantic love is not calm - it's elation, it's mood swings, and you're killing all that when you take the drug.
The state of being in love is so inherently preposterous. It usually lends itself to romantic comedy. I think we've all been there.
For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.
How do you redefine love when your idea of love is something that's so violent? When your idea of passion is anger, how do you fix that?
Nobody can take what I love away from me. I would like to believe that love is the only energy I've ever used as a writer. I've never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.
'Endless Love' is such a perfect love song for a wedding or for a Valentine, because that is the committed kind of endless love. All the lyrics are perfect.
Genuine freedom is possible only where there is genuine love. And genuine love is not possible without truth.
The eyes of love have 20/20 vision when focused on another, and become entirely blind when focused on ourselves.
I possess so much, but my love for her absorbs it all. I possess so much, but without her I have nothing.
And I saw her as a sad thirtieth child of Valentine that fell, not as Lucifer rebelling against God, but because she too passionately wanted to be united with him! All things in excess become sin.
I am yours, ” she whispered. The words cut like knives, barely out of her mouth before he stole them, sealing them with his own lips.
Threatening a current or former partner isn't passion, or love, or heartache. It's violence, it's abuse and it's a crime.
If I wish to kiss you, I will. No priest, no father, and no god will stop me.
Love is a natural instinct that grows if it is nurtured. It evolves itself but withers if it is not watered with affection, care, respect and kindness.
The dark sky seemed to swallow the moon, as Samantha stood alone on the deserted highway.
I fell in love, and she fanned my flames. They spread to soon, Quickly and uncontrollably. I had finally found the one willing to catch fire, side by side, while the world watched us burn.
Life can be so wonderful when simplicity, passion and love is involved in everything we do !
When we start focusing our energy on the things we love, they come easier and more effortlessly over time.
Ask yourself, if they getting married, would you be upset if you weren't invited? If the answer is no, then that's an easy name to cross off your list.
Don't starve an instinct with a lie on, Never hit or deceive a wounded lion. He heals faster than you can imagine And hurts even more when in famine.
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.
Do no drown me with mediocrity, give me passion, desire, make me inhale breaths of lust and love in the dark hours that tingle down my spine...
Is it not rather the touch of Love, of Love the Mysterious, who seeks constantly to unite two beings, who tries his strength the instant he has put a man and a woman face to face?
And then he was kissing me like we were both on fire and he was trying to put the flames out, and I kissed him back like an arsonist with a pocketful of matches.
For a short burst of time, we completely belong to each other, absorbed by the needs of our physicality, glued together by the passion of our lips.
If he didn't hate me so much and he wasn't an evil supernatural being, I'd be on him like black on Cookie's toast.That woman could not make toast.
Woman cannot survive on droplets, she requires waves to regularly crash over her shores as the moon gives way to the sun...
It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Enrico Manuel Alejandro Stephan Montebello, and you are trespassing on my land.
