For Love Quotes
Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.
if admiration were not generally deemed the exclusive property of the rich, and contempt the constant lackey of poverty, the love of gain would cease to be an universal problem.
I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.
I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.
The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can’t hear you.
My sweetheart! When I think of you, it's as if I'm holding some healing balm to my sick soul, and although i suffer for you, i find that even suffering for you is easy.
This is one of the goals of the Jewish way of living: to experience commonplace deeds as spiritual adventures, to feel the hidden love and wisdom in all things.
We must understand that out of community and dialogue, the answers will arrive in their own time and way.
Concentrate on the goodness in the other, rather than the difference.
He loves deep... hates hard, ever'thing's that killed what he loves. All great warriors are sich men.
There is nothing so moving - not even acts of love or hate - as the discovery that one is not alone.
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.
She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.
...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.
Our emotions can be either corrupted or elevated. Human love was not created to be without premeditated purpose.
in all the years we spend together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen her and that she had chosen me as well.
What's needed on Earth is love of the dark side of ourselves
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.
It's easy to look back and see it, and it's easy to give the advice. But the sad fact is, most people don't look beneath the surface until it's too late.
It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.
The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk.