Best 88 quotes in «our love quotes» category

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

In the most advanced state of love we don't love for any reason or purpose. We don't even direct our love necessarily to an object.

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

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.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

It was our love of foreign cloth that ousted the wheel from its position of dignity.

Love is a verb. We have to let our love call us to action.

[Jesus] said that they will know we are Christians - not by our bumper stickers and T-shirts - but by our love.

Love asks nothing in return, but seeks those who need it. And who needs our love more than those who are consumed with hatred and are utterly devoid of love.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

Meditation on the majestic energyof the universe should increase our love for humanity, should widen, not narrow, our hearts.

Nature is indifferent to our love, but never unfaithful.

No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives.

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

One of the things I found is that the things we want to say for well-intentioned motives often cause more harm than good. People don't need our words. They mainly need our presence, they need our love. And if you come in too quickly with explanations, you may do more harm than good.

Leave it to a naive world-saver like you to view our love as a Sacred Cause when in actual fact all it was was some barking at the moon.

Only as strong as our love for this land, only as tall as we stand.

Other than our love our labor is one of the most sacred gifts we can give. When your labor is your love, life is sacred. Love what you do or change.

our love for the dead, like a floating iceberg, can only be measured by the depths of our resentments.

Our love is the reason romance was created.

Our love for God is tested by the question of whether we seek Him or His gifts.

Our love of being right is best understood as our fear of being wrong

Our love for God and our appreciation of His love and forgiveness will be in proportion to the recognition of our sin and unworthiness.

Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.

Our love is like a red, red rose... and I am a little thorny.

Our love one's are never gone, they have just popped into another room.

Our love is God, let's go get a Slushie.

Our charity is to be cordial...something that renews, invigorates and warms. Such should be the effect of our love for each other.

Once in a while, our thoughts drift and fade, back into the recessed hiding places where our memories are stored. At times we recall them- the memories of our loves, our youths, our life experiences. These dreams appear to us, and for seconds, minutes, or hours we are there once again.

Suffering is how we test our love especially our love for God.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.