What Is Love Quotes
...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.
But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.
Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged, and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.
My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
Businesses, like babies and books, need nurturing, time, energy, love, planning and, yes, money to develop, grow and prosper.
The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.
I wish I could say that everything I do is for God’s glory but I can’t. And neither can you. What I can say is Jesus’ blood covers all my efforts to glorify myself.
When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.
It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?
I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.
Love will hurt. If it doesn't hurt you are not doing it right. To truly love someone you must open yourself up to the pain that would be losing them.
Not only do self-love and love of others go hand in hand but ultimately they are indistinguishable.
Be yourself. An original is always worth more than a copy.
Jesus was victorious not because he never flinched, talked back, or questioned, but having flinched, talked back, and questioned, he remained faithful.
Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.
Nothing in life is as good as the marriage of true minds between man and woman. As good? It is life itself.
A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.
You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?
Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.
It turns out that knowing how loved we are by God makes all the difference in the kind of people we will become.
God will help you make the choices that guide you into His path for each stage and age of your life.
Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.
Breath is the finest gift of nature. Be grateful for this wonderful gift.
I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.
You would rather face a life without me than to have me choose a life I would not choose for myself.
Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day.
His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.
If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.
You are evidence of your mother's strength, especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless she has always maintained her sanity.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.
He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable
I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
Finally, mutually, and completely, they released all doubts, abandoned all fears, unwilling and unable to deny this overpowering love.
The one person who will never leave us, whom we will never lose, is ourself. Learning to love our female selves is where our search for love must begin.