The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable,
Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole–it’s so dense that there’s no room for light, but that doesn’t mean it can’t still suck me in.
I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest — blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine.
Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.
She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves without a second thought. With a mere smile and a wrinkle of her nose.
I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don’t be careful with me,” he said. “Because I won’t be careful with you.
I believe that every single event in life happens in an opportunity to choose love over fear.
Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Love is eternal — the aspect may change, but not the essence. There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning. The lamp was there and was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too, and that is its real function. And love makes one calmer about many things, and that way, one is more fit for one’s work.
I think it’s beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you love.
We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading. Knowing the contents of a few works of literature is a trivial achievement. Being inclined to go on reading is a great achievement.
A gentleman holds my hand.
A man pulls my hair.
A soulmate will do both.
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.
I don’t care a damn about men who are loyal to the people who pay them, to organizations…I don’t think even my country means all that much. There are many countries in our blood, aren’t there, but only one person. Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?
Well, it’s simple to love someone,” she said. “But it’s hard to know when you need to say it out loud.
Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.’
I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl’s life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her… I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me.
Infantile love follows the principle: “I love because I am loved.”
Mature love follows the principle: “I am loved because I love.”
Immature love says: “I love you because I need you.”
Mature love says: “I need you because I love you.
He then put both hands on the door on either side of my head and leaned in close, pinning me against it. I trembled like a downy rabbit caught in the clutches of a wolf. The wolf came closer. He bent his head and began nuzzling my cheek. The problem was…I wanted the wolf to devour me.
Deliverance is not scary—it is the most beautiful, loving act of Jesus. It is the moment someone finally walks into the freedom that was always meant for them.
Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you,” said Dumbledore quietly.
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a manwho doesn’t love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who’ll break my Heart
A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
A man in love can do extraordinary things, I don’t care if you’re an angel, you’re my angel, and I won’t let you go.
Believing doesn’t make God real. Unbelief doesn’t make Him disappear. Your opinion doesn’t change reality.
They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense.
But now I knew that every mad word was true.
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.
Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there’s no happily ever after. You’ll only find happy endings in books. Some books.
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
The water far below was black in the shadow of the ship. A plank creaked. She froze. No noisy jump. It would have to be a dive. Head down into darkness. She’d never dived at night.
Life is short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever after.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul.
Love is not patronizing and charity isn’t about pity, it is about love. Charity and love are the same — with charity you give love, so don’t just give money but reach out your hand instead.
Because I’ve got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding.”
“Why are they all high-calorie foods?
And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
Individuals who want to believe that there is no fulfillment in love, that true love does not exist, cling to these assumptions because this despair is actually easier to face than the reality that love is a real fact of life but is absent from their lives.
Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.
A warrior does not give up what he loves, he finds the love in what he does
We are not held back by the love we didn’t receive in the past, but by the love we’re not extending in the present.
Do you know what hurts so very much? It’s love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.
I had fun last night,” I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “I’m officially in love with your sheets.”
“That the only thing you’re in love with?”
“Nope. Your mattress, too.”
Some smile crept into Patch’s eyes. “My bed’s an open invitation.
Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what’s your favorite color, punk?
And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.
It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.
What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?
Learn to deal with the fact that you are not a perfect person but you are a person that deserves respect and honesty.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Those who really love you don’t mean to hurt you and if they do, you can’t see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.
I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.
And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.