With Love Quotes
I remember myself as a child, pudgy and awkward and unsure of myself. For a moment I wonder how anyone could love such a child as that, let alone the woman she promised to become.
If Jana had been given to putting her thoughts into words, she might have told Laxmi that without someone to love, there was no reason to live.
Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.
When the hatred stops will the love begin? When there is no more greed will there then be peace?
One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.
...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
Nations conquered and true love prevails, all encompassed in a poets tale.
Let us tear down the romantic trappings that have adorned passion. Let us cease believing that the measure of a man’s love lies in how stupid he has become or is willing to be.
Illiteracy and stupidity are not quite different statuses
I was that stupid, I realized. I was also stupid enough not to realize that sometimes even the most beautiful souls need to be shown love once in a while.
Now love's the only thing thats free. We must take it where it's found. Pretty soon it may be costly.
…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…
He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt: that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you
Abolish music prejudices. Form opinions and love music for itself, not its genre, performer(s) or popularity status.
Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe...
No matter how far away we are from each other in distance, or in time, when we look up into the clear night Sky. We will always see the same Moon.
The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.
You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.
The lovelorn came, too. The alone. The lunatics-they were brought here, sometimes. Got their name from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance to fix things.
This is a dying fleck of love, about a drunken man, and a broken woman, taking steps into the woods, trying to remember the days, when the moon was full.
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
We'll be together. We both got our Point Zéro wishes — each other. He said he wished for me every time. He was wishing for me when I entered the tower.
A while ago, I wished upon a shooting star that one day I’d find someone to love…and now holding you in my arms makes me realize that wishes really do come true,
The birds in the sky can never great the king yet their beauty gives the king to stare at them endlessly, wishing to be with them in the sky.
I have found that winning isn't everything, and, in fact, in the relationships I most care about, it isn't anything.
Bare essentials. Like packing for paradise when you know you’re boarding the barge to hell.
I violently dislike you, ' she said, and then she was gone, slamming the door and leaving a sort of shocked silence behind.
If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.
Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
The both of us, we're individual parts on our own. She's the thunder and lightning and I'm the rain. It's only when we come together that it's right.We become the perfect storm. (Eric Carmen)
She cares about fall’s magnificence in the rainThe dipping raindrops' dance assigning thence Indicated rhyme that eases her refrainBefore they met - her paces commence.
Rain with an umbrella while holding hands with your lover is damned sure nice.
Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.
Like rain drops dripping on the floor like a thousand drumists beating those drums repeatedly, My blood runs through my veins ninety nine point nine metres per second when i think of you.
It is raining at the top of my roof and I'am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.
...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
Which eternity can be bigger or smaller? But which reality can be an eternity in your mind?
When you've attained to your hidden within your apparent vice versa, know that you have reached Eternal Time, and Divine Presence. The Communion is in the Breath.
Every second seems like an eternity if someone you love is in trouble.