Rest,” Logan said. “Both of you.” His caressing gaze moved over his wife and infant daughter. “I'll watch over you.” “Love me?” Madeline asked with a faint smile, and yawned again. “It used to be love.” He brushed his lips over her ...
Do you think you can wait - because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you...not ever...
What the hell makes you smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you." "Listen - I wouldn't ask you." "That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid.
So if you love me, let me go. And run away before I know. My heart is just too dark to care. I can't destroy what isn't there. Deliver me into my fate - If I'm alone I cannot hate I don't deserve to have you... My smile was taken long ago If I can ch...
I forced myself out of a love that I knew would only end fatally. I forced myself into the dark, until I could no longer remember how to feel with my eyes. I forced my mind to believe that someone would hold you better than I ever could. But the wors...
LOVE is measured in GAUGE TWENTY- specifically, love pressure in the surrounding area. If it drops below four percent, though, you may have trouble-the VW might get sad, slow down, or even stop altogether. If this occurs, you have to immediately find...
Love will find you eventually. It found me, and I was hiding like fall in the spring.
I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.
I love roasting because you can give it love, get it in the oven and go and play with the kids or whatever you've got to do, and then hours later you've got a lovely dinner.
Oh my love, pure and divine love, I want to drown in you and then get lost, to find myself again and again, as a symbol and source of love, pure, blissful and divine.
You’re not terrified of me. You’re terrified of letting yourself care for me, and I can’t say I blame you. People who love me usually end up dead. But you see, I’m not going to give you any choice. You belong to me now whether you like it or ...
I had a dream about you. I told you I loved you, and you stopped folding clothes, turned to look me in my eyes, and replied, “The cat food on the moon is probably all dry.” Then I started crying, because up until that point I had no idea that I m...
Sometimes in life there are things to choose. Even if it means the one you love you lose. Sometimes it's a lesson you need to know. That to pass the test the ones you love you let go.
When you love yourself, when you appreciate yourself, and are able to make peace with yourself, then because you are the same energy as the universe, it responds. It loves you in return, appreciates you in return, and makes its peace with you in retu...
Write what you love. Fill your pages with the beating of your own heart, the breath from your own lungs. Live through your characters. Let your characters live through you. Then you will love what you write, and others will, too.
You don’t want to be a rich businessman, a renowned artist, or whatsoever profession you choose to be into. What you really want is to be happy with what you do and to bring happiness in the lives of the people whom you love and who love you.
It is better to do what you love for work, but if it is your day job that enables an unpaid passion, then your life is still sweeter. What is important is that you make time for your dreams, not whether or not you get paid for it.
Give your time to people who will appreciate it because if you don't you will soon feel alone and empty. Fill yourself with love wherever you can even it it's your own because if you don't love you, you will not realize when someone else does.
I love my house. I love my family. I love my animals.
I love every type of candy. I love Skittles and Reeses. I love it all.
I love theater. I also love radio. I love language.
