Love Quotes Wishes and Status Messages - Page 65

Love and a cough cannot be hid.

The chemist who can extract from his heart''s elements, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Love is a gift from God, and as we obey His laws and genuinely learn to serve others, we develop God''s love in our lives. Love of God is the means of unlocking divine powers which help us to live worthily and to overcome the world.

Only the really plain people know about love --the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they very soon exhaust their talents.

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, ''''I love you.''''

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn''t bite in it until it''s ripe.

Love is stronger than violence.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force love.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

We love because it''s the only true adventure.

Love is the final end of the world''s history, the Amen of the universe.

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

The best way to know God is to love many things.

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

Love does not just sit there, like a stone; it had to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.