Love Quotes - Page 368

Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.

The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.

A saint is someone who has been very selfless and, over a period of lifetimes, generated a tremendous amount of good karma, which has caused them to enter into very lovely states of mind.

Love begins with listening.

Love is a drama of contradictions.

Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can; and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.

The violence we do to ourselves in order to remain faithful to the one we love is hardly better than an act of infidelity.

From start to finish, this movie is obviously about God. He is the main character. How is is possible that we live as though it is about us?

Colossians 1:16 tells us that everything was created FOR God... don't we live instead as though God is created for US, to do OUR bidding, to bless US, and to take care of OUR loved ones?

Might we never be the helpers of the great hinderer, Satan! Let us ask that the Lord Jesus would so perfectly tune our spirits to the keynote of His exceeding great love, that all our unconscious influence may breathe only of that love, and help all with whom we come in contact to obey the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Anyone who turns love between two consenting adults into a negative, doesn't understand the meaning of the word.

I've had boxing gloves on since before I could walk and been in gyms all of my life.

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth but chocolates.

Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

Time will explain it all. Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday. One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives. Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other. Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future.

I love being irreverent. But I hate being irrelevant. I love being irreverent because at the end of the day your actions belie your intentions.

We are to look for God in each other and love this God, forgetting all else.

Giving is the highest expression of potency. In the very act of giving, I experience my strength, my wealth, my power. This experience of heightened vitality and potency fills me with joy. I experience myself as overflowing, spending, alive, hence as joyous.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Love of country cannot be a supersized version of individual narcissism. True love of country-of this country-is love of our children, of a creed that promises them a better life before it promises us anything, and embraces the sacrifices needed to make that better life. True love of country is giving ourselves to a cause and a purpose larger than ourselves. And that cause is to make liberty worth having, to make the pursuit of happiness deeper than the quest for personal pleasure, and to leave a legacy of progress and possibility.

Rather would I have the love songs of romantic ages, rather Don Juan and Madame Venus, rather an elopement by ladder and rope on a moonlight night, followed by the father's curse, mother's moans, and the moral comments of neighbors, than correctness and propriety measured by yardsticks.

Indians do not hinder the progress of their dead by embalming or tight coffining. When the spirit has gone they give the body back to the earth. the earth welcomes the body-coaxes new life and beauty from it, hurries over what men shudder at. Lovely tender herbage bursts from the graves, swiftly, exulting over corruption.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?