The gospel is this: We are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared believe, yet at the very same time we are more loved and accepted in Jesus Christ than we ever dared hope.
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
She put one hand on mine. “When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.
Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them.
This only looks like love.
He shakes his head, and he’s saying something, and I think I might kiss him. Because I’ve never kissed anyone before. (I was afraid I might bite.) And I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone but him. (I won’t bite. I won’t hurt him.) I just want to kiss him, then go. “Simon…,” I say. And then he kisses me.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.
It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love, but it was just this long long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it’s just about getting off. Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them. This only looks like love.
I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll have so much to talk about when I see you again… (Bones)
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me–they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?
Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.”
She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.
No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.
Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?
It’s not at all hard to understand a person; it’s only hard to listen without bias.
Okay, then I’ll just say I love you. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you are. I’m only content when you’re near. My whole purpose is to be what you need me to be. It’s not poetry, but it’s from my heart. Will that do?
If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it’s there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.
I can wait,” he said thickly, kissing her collarbone. “We have all the time in the world.
Good. Because I don’t need protecting.”
“I knew you’d say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We’re meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.
It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it… I just have to live it
They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.
What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.
It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn’t about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.
Sometimes people don’t understand
the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course.
But you keep the promise anyway. That’s
what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?
You picked a lemon, throw it away lemonade is overrated. Freaks should remain at the circus, not in your apartment. You already have one asshole. You don’t need another. Make a space in your life for the glorious things you deserve. Have faith.
There is no pretending”,Jace said with absolute clarity.”I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there’s a life after that,I’ll love you then.”
She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
I think it’s so important for girls to love themselves and to treat their bodies respectfully.
Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […]
“I get that you’re angry—,” said Patch.
“I am ripped apart!” I shouted.
If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?
You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness.
To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return.
I love you more than coffee, but please don’t make me prove it.
Love is a lot like a backache, it doesn’t show up on X-rays, but you know it’s there.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
Love is like pi – natural, irrational, and very important.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.
Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third.
Age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age.
You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like there’s nobody listening, And live like it’s heaven on earth.