For Love Quotes
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
I believe home is where the heart can be open and loving with a sense of security. It must not be a place of fear.
....and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. "Let's go home, " to hear someone you love call your name.
olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for its nest.
You still haven't said where you come from. Where is your home?"I said, "I am a sheath, so home is wherenever my shade, my blade is.
How difficult it must be to leave a place called home, along with all the bitter sweet memories attached, for someone special and later on visit the same place as a guest.
If ever you want a rainbow in your home, go to Sandwich Glass Museum, and let them put one in your heart too.
He reminds me of how one would feel when they think of home. A place where you eventually have to find your way back to, because it is where you are safe and loved.
I didn't care whether I had gotten dressed, or what state my hair was in or anything– it didn't matter. I felt close to him, and I'd come to regard him as just another part of the scenery.
Whenever she felt at home, there always seemed to be love floating about on the edges of things.
He’d lived in the desert all his life, and he loved it. He was its child. It was his home.
Nakajima's presence didn't put any pressure on me, either. Quite the opposite: there was a warmth in the core of my chest when he was around.
A unicorn in this magical star.In my new home.My ethereal home.Saturna
Then, who is Matilda?' I asked.Toby tilted his cup and poked at the slush with his straw. 'I suppose Matilda's the girl who felt like home.
Christmas isn't a parade or concert but a piece of home you keep in your heart wherever you go.
I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth.''I'm home, too''.
I bet you to believe me when I say again that we do not need a great house, Sarah. We only need a great love.
I opened the door and went inside, calling "I'm home!" Except that I wasn't, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite awhile. And he didn't live there anymore.
The Loon CharmTo A Life Filled with A Love Whose Voice Always Calls You Home
Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.
When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.
Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd When I enter my home, Many homes seem to be waiting for me to give a shape to this life which is about to perish.
He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time
They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.
Heaven is a home without the machines or gods. Hell is a home without love.
I wanted my home to be a haven, like coming in from the cold to a big warm hug.
In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me.
The moon rested right above the mountains, a place I call home.
Home can be the Pennsylvania TurnpikeIndiana's early morning dewHigh up in the hills of CaliforniaHome is just another word for you
To feel your arms around me...to feel your breath on my neck...is pleasure in itself. It is home.
Places, like people, are complex, and loving them isn't simple.
Never underestimate the significance of the little things done out of a large heart of love.
Where we sail and anchor our heart fill up the multitude odyssey paving to the coming home of our soul.
