Love Quote Quotes - Page 7

Grace is that turning point from feeling hopeless to becoming empowered.

God is love. He who loves knows God.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Austerity, if I were to define, I'll say, It's YOU.

Vikrmn

Don’t become so impatient that you end up moving before your time & miss open doors & new opportunities. Let God direct your steps.

Genereux Philip

The way to a woman's heart might best be reached via a short cut.

When you touch a man’s body, he will enjoy the moment; when you touch a man’s heart, he will remember it forever.

Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds,While you were looking for warmth.

Saiber

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.

Charlotte Eriksson

When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you…

When your soulmate cries your heart weeps.

Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

Love hurts because it holds hearts

To live with you is to live.To live without you is to die.

The sky can never be frozen because its vastness has chosenall warmth of our lives as we look abovewith unbreakable hearts armoured in love

Break open your heart so that I may enter it.

With you, it's different. It's like a coming home.

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

Women who marry for money and Men who marry for beauty are equally robbed in the end.

I thought it was love. No, it wasn't. It was marriage

Bangambiki Habyarimana

I came into marriage with love but when I got there she refused the dictatorship and fled away, I and my wife are looking for her. Anyone who finds her please contact us. We swear not to harm her again

Bangambiki Habyarimana

Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a song?A dance?In the skies littered with stars?Did you not get drunk?Why didn’t you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a film?A book?In idyllic dusks and dawns?Did you not get high?It is good that you didn't.For all is well. I am drunk and dazed.I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways.

Like a pair of old slippers,I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you.No, that is too crude.Like the match to the wick,I ignite when we touch.My counterpart andlife's purpose.Yes, as though I've known you my whole life.Every scar, every failurehas become an affirmationof what should be:You.Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life.

I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here’s another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

With you, I am. Without you, I am not.

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

The only path wide for us all is love.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point

I wish for all of us the blindness of love that makes us see no faults in the other.

Love is our religion. Love is our light. It is the only thing that gives us any hope.

I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love

My love for you attains immortality whenever it is touched by the thought of death

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.

You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.

Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.

Everything I have become,everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart.So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:“She loved.And loved. And loved.”And so, I smile now,because that is no small thing.

By loving you, I learn everything because your soul contains the entire universe.

And there's you. You're just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.

Talented writers etched the story detailing the travails of broken souls numerous times. The poets recounted an equal amount of times the lucent tears of human laughter and weeping sorrow. Everyone understands bitterness and joy. Conversely, the most evocative aspects of human beings, the bewildering clarification of their ambiguous natures, are virtually indefinable and therefore unutterable. Written testaments to love, truth, beauty, and adoration of nature are inherently weak because words fail to convey what a person experiences inside the spaces that compose their chemical field.

Kilroy J. Oldster

I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies.

Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love?Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important.Today,I feel my worth in you.You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair,even your heartbeat is beautiful.You, who is my greatest joy,all other concerns vanish in your presence.You swallow timeand consume space,inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace.I love your existence.

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more?Tell me:How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe?

I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.

How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?

I cursed myself. For once, heaven had sent me "Beauty" in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down... How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?

Your love opened up a whole world that no amount of books or wisdom could ever do.

We all have the ability to make someone's life better with our love.

Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.

To model the path of love, is to model the representation of God in your life.

When perplexed, God appears to you in the form of wisdom; when troubled, in the form of peace; when sad, in the form of joy; when heartbroken, in the form of love.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Faith moves mountains, intelligence goes over them, wisdom goes around them, but love levels them.

Matshona Dhliwayo

dear mewhich one ? Ship or Boat ? on a boat -it's keel me and you . little to collect so we meet each other now & then . little to loss ,at time of depart other than most valuable both of us .Ship ? it's complicated .conversation with my life-----------------------------------litymunshi

dear me i think i can run miles after miles through my mind by imaginary flyover ,gather all together to write down on my notebook.

The coffee is not strong enough to keep me awake.

J. Limbu

You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!

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