Looking back, I'm almost happy I lost that fight. Just imagine if I would have come back to Germany with a victory. I had nothing to do with the Nazis, but they would have given me a medal. After the war I might have been considered a war criminal.
I know the established Christian theology... I know the enemy, but the enemy doesn't know me. Thus the enemy has already lost the war.
My father, who had lost a brother, fighting on the Austrian side in World War I, was a committed pacifist.
Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…” Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state...
The torch of love is lit in the kitchen.
Love is a crocodile in the river of desire.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.
To love yourself, love others.
There is no way to love, love is the way of life.
Love yourself to love others.
Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.
Love is not love until love's vulnerable.
The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.
There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.
Love Was Love Will Be But Most of All, Love is. Life Cannot Be Without It It is found in the Womb In The Woods In The Stars. To Be or Not to Be To Love, or not to Love They Are Equal. My Soul Whispers Into the Spaces. Yes.
G: Never fear. 10 yrs from now, when you're looking at this picture, I'm going to be looking at it with you. I love you, G.
Rough love. Hard, edgy love. Love that made you bleed. Love hard to find, the kind of love you fought to keep.
I lean down so that my face is right in front of hers and whisper, ‘He doesn’t love you. I love you.
I knew that I was loved. And that's such an important thing. And, of course, at such an early age, you take it for granted. Of course your parents love you. Of course Mrs. Hubert across the street loves you and your godmother loves you and your grand...
I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too.
I love you, Louise Downe McCord. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, and this is one of those times, but I love you.
