For Love Quotes
I have only one heart to give and one mind to lose. May I someday find a woman who will take them both.
In time, she eased into sleep, and her head rested against the plane of his shoulder. He held her and wondered that such a simple intimacy between a man and woman could mean so much.
She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.
I'll always be here waiting for you, " he said, touching my chest with his fingertips, drawing a shape of a heart.
Neil Mars?! I could blame him for having killer looks but he could not be faulted for this. He couldn’t have chosen that name for himself. No wonder he tortures his Mom by calling her by her name.
Falling in love happens many times in our lives. I’m looking on the bright side— I might be one heartbreak away from happily ever after!— Penelope Jones
It was early spring, 326 BC, in the beautiful city of Chersonesus protected by a haunting deep blue sea and a giant wall. Today was the second day of the Festival of Dionysus.
Maybe someday, I'd find someone who'd prove he really loved me. Someone who'd hold me rather than let me fall. Someone who'd never lie to me.
I had never seen eyes like his. Dark green. Smoldering. Ready to undress a woman with a single glance.
You are my star and you have made me see, ” he tells her, “and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending.
Much more. We're joined at the heart.""Bad luck for you, I'm afraid. My ticker's pretty wonky.""Too much boozing."His eyes twinkled, and he drew me close. "Not enough kissling.
May I collect you, Rini?—” he said, softly pulling our lips apart. “As mine?
The place of happiness you can return to is in the arms of the one you love.
I'll take my chances. It has you."And when a great man says something smart like that a smart woman just shuts up.
We always get help we ask for. "Knock and the door will open" Make sure it's the right door.
We are the prisoners of conformity. To get out of this prison, education is the only door and only opportunity.
Like some people are bad at math, some people are bad at talking to women. And some at both, now that’s luck I guess.
What's the point of changing who you are in order to impress a woman, when your intention is to return to who you were, a person she was never attracted to in the first place?
To look in the mirror and smile is a challenge for many people. Those who do so without the slightest scowl are indeed fortunate.
Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.
When I ask you to be my valentine, I’m not asking you to love me. I’m simply asking you to accept tokens of my love for you.
A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.
Love is an afternoon of fishing when I'd sooner be at the ballet. Love is eating burnt toast and lumpy graving with a big s
Laughter and love are their own forms of exercise meant to keep a body healthy.
There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.
While silently brooding, I am drawn to the start of a sweet melody that travels to my ear from afar. I smile, reminded that my heart can dance when my feet can't.
When my problems seem overwhelming and impossible to solve, I hold fast to these facts: God is real, He is right, and He cares.
The actual secret to success: Be a better friend today than you were yesterday.
The search only ends when you finally find the one who truly gets you.
Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love.
Happiness is seeing blessings in disguise, beauty under camouflage, and love amid conflict.
Mothers observe all, absorb all, give all, forgive all, offer all, suffer all, feel all, heal all, hope for all, pray for all.But most o
What is more powerful than the love of a mother? Perhaps only God's hand in answering her earnest pleadings on your behalf.
I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here.
Of course I want the moon. And were you to offer it, I'd propose as a trade the stars in my eyes.
Wanting help, I reached out to serve. Seeking happiness, I smiled and offered comfort. Yearning for love, I showed love. And now I understand. My life was never about me, it was always about you.
True love takes time. It’s an earned comfort that tells you she’ll be right there beside you no matter what you do, not necessarily happy with your every action, but faithful to you just the same.
True love is a developed and intense appreciation for someone. It’s that perfect awareness that you are finally whole when she’s with you, and that hollow incompleteness you suffer when she’s gone.
Love grows and wanes, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are.
Love tickles parts of you that, prior to its influence, you didn't even know could feel.
It was God who gave a man's rib to a woman. But it is man who must learn to give away his heart and never take it back.