Love Quotes - Page 151

olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for its nest.

Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.

Kristina McMorris

....and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. "Let's go home," to hear someone you love call your name.

I believe home is where the heart can be open and loving with a sense of security. It must not be a place of fear.

Marilyn Barnicke Belleghem

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

Gaston Bachelard

Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.

You feel more like home to me than any place I've ever been.

Angela N. Blount

Love is always ready to deny itself, to give, sacrifice, just in the measure of its sincerity and intensity. Perfect love is perfect self-forgetfulness. Hence where there is love in a home, unselfishness is the law. Each forgets self and lives for others.But where there is selfishness it mars joy. One selfish soul will destroy the sweetness of life in any home. It is like an ugly bush in the midst of a garden of flowers. It was selfishness that destroyed the first home and blighted all the loveliness of Paradise; and it has been blighting lovely things in earth's home ever since. We need to guard against this spirit.

And I was even beginning to think home might be with you.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

Life takes us to unexpected places... love brings us home.

Unknown Author 770

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

Charlotte Brontë

A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it's not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write.

Thich Nhat Hanh

You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

Amunhotep El Bey

...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...

...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

The most procession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart.

Josiah G Holland AKA Timothy Titcomb

... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

Love crosses the sky \ on a peculiar disturbing night.

Shannon A. Thompson

I don't know if I have ever truly believed that everyone deserves love. But if I had to take it one moment further into those shadowed valleys of heartfull, I would admit that I do believe that love, deserves everyone.

Mikl Paul

Please let me know if I am not hereLet me know if I fail to find you thereFor before the dawn I leave the night behind meAnd before my heart I let you leave me behind.

And like nectar inside the bud,my blood drinks from your blood, beloved,and starves to join the salvation in your eyes;to be understood again and again, by your nakedness and certainty, a humbleness that trickles into the crevices of my seasoned mind.

V.S.Atbay

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

I’m looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables- from the poem "Looking For You

When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelings are the only form of art which will remain to reign. (Soar)

Soar

Purity is defined by the clearness of the stars

We are not from here, my dear. So:Let the flames take over our bodies,‘cause I wanna merely burn with you.And we can dance until we become ashes,but don’t you dare leave me when we become pointless dust.Because this is when we canfinally blow away with the wind,back to that place where lovewas once real...

Beauty Lies Within The unknown

… For everything precious and pure coming in our lives should be treated likewise.

Soar

There are things we do that the human mind doesn't understand, yet the same things are meant for the heart to fully comprehend.

Soar

Not every given chance deserves love, but every love deserves a given chance.

Soar

To withstand the nothing, it really takes everything.But it can also take just one thing: a heartbeat in truth beside you; when the mask has been removed.(Soar)

Soar

In dealing with many words and different cultures every day, I have come to realize that the essence of life can be reduced to the magic of three sentences, in the order of their strength: “I apologize”, “I love you”, “Hi”. The use and the meaning you replenish them with become the mirror of yourself, eventually of an entire humanity. (Soar)

Soar

Time, so majestically fine, was passing by when I asked him to stop, a while, and lay his imprint upon the spaciousness of feelings: his face, reflected in the mirror of my memories, his smile, envisaged by my eyes, in quest of his new dwellings with wells of meanings. And there, he stopped its moment... and kissed my curiosity. It was then when I felt in love with him.

Soar

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters,my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns,and a stolen grocery cart.

Virginia Petrucci

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

Virginia Petrucci

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Virginia Petrucci

2 to 12 hearts 1 beat2 lips will meet2 birds 1 stone2 never b alone2 wills 1 goal2 haves 1 whole2 be in love2 be as One***©Clarissa O. ClemensThe Poetic Diary of Love and Change - Volume 1

Clarissa Clemens

When he asks you whyyou chose alone all these years.Tell him that it’s becauseyou love with all claws and bared teeth.Apologize for the scratchesthat you will leave on his skin;ask forgiveness for the bite marks.Tell him you never ever mean to love so hard, but you do.

Danabelle Gutierrez

Winning a love is just an outcome, keeping a love is a true accomplishment.

Soar

Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love...

Soar

We will spend the rest of the day inventing a kind of love that no longer exists in the world, a kind of love no army can pillage at the outposts, no rumor could bring to its knees like a traitor.

Richard Jackson

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

Richard Jackson

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

We wear many things, but that with greatest import is our expression.

J. Benson

My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness!

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

Your smile is poetry to my soul igniting flames of old

Micheline Jean Louis

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

I am going to hurt you.You are going to hurt me.But we will do it with practiced fingersand passionate mouthsand I swear to godit will be worth something.

Springtimeand I wish I knew you

Had I only known my lettersWould be of such importanceI’d empty myself on paperEvery single morning’And it was for such reason,as she read his little stanza,that she decided to stamponefinalletter:‘Every single morningI’d empty myself on paperYou were my greater importanceThat’s why I wrote you letters.

The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

love is always moving towards you

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