Best 88 quotes in «our love quotes» category

The recent years of the Grant Study have shown that our lives when we are old are the sum of all of our loves.

There is so much love in us all, but often we are too shy to express our love, and keep it bottled up inside us. We must learn to love, to love until it hurts, and we will know how to accept love.

There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.

This very Rome that we behold deserves our love ...: the only common and universal city.

The source of our love comes from within. No one out there is that source. It makes sense to go to the source.

The sufferings endured for God are the greatest proof of our love for Him.

To make intercession for men is the most powerful and practical way in which we can express our love for them.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

to understand our love they'd have to turn the world upside down

We are sent into the world, like Jesus, to serve. For this is the natural expression of our love for our neighbors. We love. We go. We serve.

We all experience power struggles in our lives - at the workplace, with our friends, in our love lives. In a way, we're all politicians.

We are the protagonists of our love story, not the spectators.

We can't command our love, but we can our actions.

To love as Christ loves is to let our love be a practical and not a sentimental thing.

We do not want to lose our grief, because our grief is bound up with our love and we could not cease to mourn without being robbed of our affections.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

We can thrive and bloom if we are rooted in our love of the Savior.

We must be proactive in our love in order for it to change our lives.

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.

We come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we return to the land. In a way, she owns us. Palestine owns us and we belong to her

We put our love where we have put our labor.

We yield to none in our love, admiration and respect for the Buddha-the Dharma-the Sangha. They are all ours. Their glories are ours and ours their failures.

What had happened to our love? Somehow it had faded, or worn out, or simply withered away.

When our faith becomes nothing more than a series of rules and regulations, joy flees and our love for Christ grows cold.

We needed time to figure out what all of this meant, how we were going to come to terms and redefine what our love was called. I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth.

While we have the freedom to share our love for God with Him and His people in our own language, let's make sure that what we are writing about is orthodox and embraces the "whole counsel of Scripture.

Love me with love; love me with care. Let our love wander and dance with sweet joy.

At the end of our lives it is our loves we remember most, because they are what shaped us. We have grown to be who we are around them, as around a stake.

Although our love never dies, the pain of our loss can eventually dissolve.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

Disordered love always leads to misery and breakdown. The only way to 'reorder' our loves is to love God supremely.

Every form of happiness if one, every desire is driven by the same motor--by our love for a single value, for the highest potentiality of our own existence--and every achievement is an expression of it.

Friends humor and flatter us, they steal our time, they encourage our love of ease, they make us content with ourselves, they are the foes of our virtue and our glory.

Genuine forgiveness is participation, reunion overcoming the powers of estrangement. . . We cannot love unless we have accepted forgiveness, and the deeper our experience of forgiveness is, the greater is our love.

Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived.

All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too.

And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.

Business is not the supreme virtue, and sanctity is not measured by the amount of work we accomplish.  Perfection is found in the purity of our love for God, and this pure love is a delicate plant that grows best where there is plenty of time for it to mature

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?

If I were proud of anything in my life, it would be of our love. I feel we have to tell to each other as many things as we can, so we are not only lovers, but the closest of friends at the same time.

If we love our fellow humans, we cannot limit our insight and our love only to others as individuals...We have to be political people, I would even say passionately involved political people, each of us in the way that best suits our own temperaments, our working lives, and our own capabilities.

If we are to experience true worship, our love for God has to supersede our love of anyone and anything else.

I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

If our love of God does not directly influence, and even change, how we engage in the issues of our time on this earth, I wonder what good religion is.

I thought that what I felt for you was right," Luce said. "I loved you until it hurt me, until our love was consumed by your pride and rage. The thing you called love made me disappear. So I had to stop loving." She Paused. "Our adoration never diminished the Throne, but your love diminished me. I never meant to hurt you. I only meant to stop you from hurting me.

It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime.

It is to those who have the most need of us that we ought to show our love more especially.