One word meaning love of my life

#1. Thanks to those who hated me, you made me a stronger person. Thanks to those who loved me, you made my heart grow fonder. Thanks to those who envied me, you made my self esteem increase. Thanks to those who cared, you made me feel important. Thanks to those who entered my life, you made me who I am today. Thanks to those who left, you showed me that nothing lasts forever. Thanks to those who stayed, you showed me the true meaning of friendship. #Quote by Ritu Ghatourey

#2. Involuntarily it appeared to me that there, somewhere, was someone who amused himself by watching how I lived for thirty or forty years: learning, developing, maturing in body and mind, and how, having with matured mental powers reached the summit of life from which it all lay before me, I stood on that summit — like an arch-fool — seeing clearly that there is nothing in life, and that there has been and will be nothing. And he was amused… But whether that «someone» laughing at me existed or not, I was none the better off. I could give no reasonable meaning to any single action or to my whole life. I was only surprised that I could have avoided understanding this from the very beginning — it has been so long known to all. Today or tomorrow sickness and death will come (they had come already) to those I love or to me; nothing will remain but stench and worms. Sooner or later my affairs, whatever they may be, will be forgotten, and I shall not exist. Then why go on making any effort?… How can man fail to see this? And how go on living? That is what is surprising! One can only live while one is intoxicated with life; as soon as one is sober it is impossible not to see that it is all a mere fraud and a stupid fraud! That is precisely what it is: there is nothing either amusing or witty about it, it is simply cruel and stupid. #Quote by Leo Tolstoy

#3. If I could count the infinity of you
I’d place each second within your soul,
and lay my breath between the stars
that form your heart and whole. #Quote by Phen Weston

#4. There are many things that I should say to you all now. Perhaps I should speak of loyalty, honour and friendship. Maybe even mention love, that fickle mistress that rules all our hearts. But I shall not. Instead I choose to offer you words that I hope convey the depth of my profound philosophy on the meaning of life.

Life. Ah, my friends, yes. Life is a journey. I know now that the aim of that mystical venture is not to arrive at our respective pyres in a well preserved body but rather to career in wildly, presenting a body ravaged by a life that has been lived to the full, shouting the words, «Damn! That was fun! Can I do it again?» Samson. Eternal Winter. #Quote by Kirsten Jones

#5. I believe Nancy said that her aunt married beneath her.» Which you wouldn’t let me do.
He went rigid beside her. «Ah. That does happen.»
Unless you’re Dom the Almighty. «The marriage seems to have turned out well enough.» Jane would goad him into revealing the truth of what he’d done, no matter what it took. «Nancy said Mrs. Patch misses her late husband dreadfully and refuses to decamp from York, though she could easily live with my uncle. Apparently, she doesn’t miss her life as a knight’s daughter.»
«Oh? And exactly how far beneath herself she marry?»
Jane colored as she dredged that little detail from her memory. «Her late husband was an architect, I believe.»
«So, not a gentleman of leisure but still in a profession respectable enough that Nancy felt no compunction about visiting her.» He smirked as he navigated the phaeton expertly through the narrow streets of York. «There are levels of marrying beneath one, after all.»
Oh, she could just smack his face for that. After all these years, that he could still be so certain of the wisdom of the course he’d set them upon…»Yes, just as there are levels of being in love. Some people’s love for each other transcends all obstacles. Some people’s love does not.»
His smug expression vanished. «And some people do not understand the meaning of the word.»
«Really? I thought love was about enduring any sacrifice to be with the object of one’s affection.»
He drove through an archway and rei #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#6. I am very protective. I just want to make sure that she can have a healthy, safe, normal life … in the back of my mind, she’s my priority. And life is completely different now. I feel really, really just lucky that I can still do what I love, and now have a way bigger meaning. And that’s to be her mother. #Quote by Beyonce Knowles

#7. About once or twice every month I engage in public debates with those whose pressing need it is to woo and to win the approval of supernatural beings. Very often, when I give my view that there is no supernatural dimension, and certainly not one that is only or especially available to the faithful, and that the natural world is wonderful enough — and even miraculous enough if you insist — I attract pitying looks and anxious questions. How, in that case, I am asked, do I find meaning and purpose in life? How does a mere and gross materialist, with no expectation of a life to come, decide what, if anything, is worth caring about?

Depending on my mood, I sometimes but not always refrain from pointing out what a breathtakingly insulting and patronizing question this is. (It is on a par with the equally subtle inquiry: Since you don’t believe in our god, what stops you from stealing and lying and raping and killing to your heart’s content?) Just as the answer to the latter question is: self-respect and the desire for the respect of others — while in the meantime it is precisely those who think they have divine permission who are truly capable of any atrocity — so the answer to the first question falls into two parts. A life that partakes even a little of friendship, love, irony, humor, parenthood, literature, and music, and the chance to take part in battles for the liberation of others cannot be called ‘meaningless’ except if the person living it is also an existential #Quote by Christopher Hitchens

#8. I am the wanderer and you are my destiny! #Quote by Avijeet Das

#9. What emerged for me as purpose was the search for and cultivation of possibilities for experiencing meaningful human transactions in different languages and across cultural differences through play, sports, travel, food, literature, and conversation. I sought to establish relations of mutual understanding and love with people no matter what their culture or place of origin in the world — relations based on philia, eros, and agape, according to context and persons. I perhaps sensed instinctively that such relations were the key to being equally at home everywhere, even in la Yunai. More than an immigrant, at that time I still felt myself to be a sojourner in this country, but I wanted my sojourn to be imbued with the meaning found in earnest, sincere connections with the people and places that life brought to my experience. #Quote by Daniel G. Campos

#10. …There is some firm place in me which knows that what happened to Wally, whatever it was, whatever it is that death is as it transliterates us, moving us out of this life into what we can’t know, is kind.
I shock myself, writing that. I know that many deaths are anything but gentle. I know people suffer terribly…I know many die abandoned, unseen, their stories unheard, their dignity violated, their human worth ignored.
I suspect that the ease of Wally’s death, the rightness of it, the loving recognition which surrounded him, all made it possible for me to see clearly, to witness what other circumstances might obscure. I know, as surely as I know anything, that he’s all right now.

And yet.

And yet he’s gone, an absence so forceful it is itself a daily hourly presence.
My experience of being with Wally… brought me to another sort of perception, but I can’t stay in that place, can’t sustain that way of seeing. The experience of knowing, somehow, that he’s all right, lifted in some kind process that turns at the heart of the world, gives way, as it must, to the plain aching fact that he’s gone.
And doubt. And the fact that we can’t understand, that it’s our condition to not know. Is that our work in the world, to learn to dwell in such not-knowing?
We need our doubt so as to not settle for easy answers. Not-knowing pushes us to struggle after meaning for ourselves…Doubt’s lesson seems to be that whatever we conclude must be provisio #Quote by Mark Doty

#11. Sophie.» He said her name softly. If her life depended on it, she could not have looked anywhere but into the flat, silver depths of his eyes. She didn’t think it was possible to be more aware of him than she already was, but the next moment proved her wrong. «Darling. I must turn down your offer. I am as astonished as you. But this is a subject upon which I’ve had months to think.
You’re intelligent. You suspected my first offer of marriage was based upon my conviction that you would never consent to an affair with me and that it was desperation only for your person
that drove me to offer for you.»
«And the second upon a need to rescue me.»
He nodded. «Far more straightforward, darling, yet hopelessly complex.»
She ignored the shiver in her belly. «Meaning?»
«I love you.» He reached for the wine and filled the two glasses, though he left them on the table.
«I’ve become like you. A hopeless fool who cannot break his vows. And I did make vows to you today. #Quote by Carolyn Jewel

#12. Ideas like cosmic justice, collective hope, and national redemption had no meaning for me. The truth was in the everything that came after atheism, after the amorality of the universe is taken not as a problem but as a given. It was then that I was freed from considering my own morality away from the cosmic and the abstract. Life was short, and death undefeated. So I loved hard, since I would not love for long. #Quote by Ta-Nehisi Coates

#13. Sadness has always been a part of me. That’s why my eyes look sad. Sadness hovers over my life and never leaves me. It knows all the places where I go to. And it finds me. Sometimes I do feel happy. And life looks beautiful. But these moments don’t stay as long as I want them to. And sadness visits me all over again. Sometimes I feel sad when there may not be any reason to be sad.

Sadness has stayed with me throughout my school and college days. While my friends in those days preferred listening to rock and roll, I preferred listening to ghazals or sad or deeply meaningful songs. I was never the most popular boy at school. I had a few friends but I would be brooding alone most often. I wanted to know the meaning of life. I would most often stare at the sky and try look for answers. I somehow felt someone will speak to me from the sky.

I have always felt a voice talking to me from the sky. But I feel lonely most often. I feel as if no one really loves anyone. There is no real love. The majority of people in this world believe in give and take. No person loves anyone unconditionally. When I realise this, I feel utterly sad. Because life is not about projecting an image. It is much more than that. It is about being authentic with ourselves and with others we meet in life. #Quote by Avijeet Das

#14. And you will keep breaking my heart a thousand times. And I will keep joining the pieces back a thousand times. #Quote by Avijeet Das

#15. In this vast universe There is but one supreme truth- That God is our friend! By that truth meaning is given To the remote stars, the numberless centuries, The long and heroic struggle of mankind … O my Soul, dare to trust this truth! Dare to rest in God’s kindly arms, Dare to look confidently into His face, Then launch thyself into life unafraid! Knowing thou art within my Father’s house, That thou art surrounded by His love, Thou wilt become master of fear, Lord of Life, conqueror even of death! #Quote by Joshua L. Liebman

#16. I am powerful and I am loving.
I have much to give to this world.
I am a person of worth.
I deserve love.
I am a capable person.
My life has meaning.
My life is unfolding perfectly.
There is plenty of time. #Quote by Susan Jeffers

#17. Remain faithful to the earth, my brothers, with the power of your virtue. Let your gift-giving love and your knowledge serve the meaning of the earth. Thus I beg and beseech you. Do not let them fly away from earthly things and beat with their wings against eternal walls. Alas, there has always been so much virtue that has flown away. Lead back to the earth the virtue that flew away, as I do — back to the body, back to life, that it may give the earth a meaning, a human meaning. #Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

#18. Sei il grande amore della mia vita. Il mio cuore è solo tuo Senza di te la vita non ha più senso. (You are the love of my life. My heart is yours. Without you, life has no meaning.) So never look away from me for too long. #Quote by J.J. McAvoy

#19. I find myself thinking back to something I saw on the local news about a year ago. A teen football player had died in a car accident. The cameras showed all his friends after the funeral — these big hulking guys, all in tears, saying, «I loved him. We all loved him so much.» I started crying, too, and I wondered if these guys had told the football player they loved him while he was alive, or whether it was only with death that this strange word, love, could be used. I vowed then and there that I would never hesitate to speak up to the people I loved. They deserved to know they gave meaning to my life. They deserved to know I thought the world of them. #Quote by David Levithan

#20. I made a painting that has holes in it. Why is there holes? Because God says to us, I cannot do all. I can create you, but I cannot do it all. You have to help Me fix the holes and put everything together. This is the learning from the Holocaust. That each of us is here to fix the holes.
I don’t know how much you know about the Holocaust. What is your interest in it? What do you want to do with your life, where do you want to go? What is hurting in you? What are your holes to fix? What is now important in my life, and in your life also, is that after the Holocaust, we are shaking hands with each other, that we are nobody lesser than the other. That we understand the real meaning of what God created us for. You have the task. You have the task to better this world. There are holes in people also but those we create and can fix with love. God wants us whole. #Quote by Alice Lok Cahana

#21. My dear Mr FitzGeorge!’ cried Lady Slane. ‘You really mustn’t talk as though my life had been a tragedy. I had everything that most women would covet: position, comfort, children, and a husband I loved. I had nothing to complain of — nothing.’
‘Except that you were defrauded of the one thing that mattered. Nothing matters to an artist except the fulfilment of his gift. You know that as well as I do. Frustrated, he grows crooked like a tree twisted into an unnatural shape. All meaning goes out of life, and life becomes existence — a makeshift. Face it, Lady Slane. Your children, your husband, your splendour, were nothing but obstacles that kept you from yourself. They were what you chose to substitute for your real vocation. You were too young, I suppose, to know any better, but when you chose that life you sinned against the light. #Quote by Vita Sackville-West

#22. We lead a difficult life, not always managing to fit our actions to the vision we have of the world. (And when I think I have caught a glimpse of the color of my fate, it flees from my gaze.) We struggle and suffer to reconquer our solitude. But a day comes when the earth has its simple and primitive smile. Then, it is as if the struggles and life within us were rubbed out. Millions of eyes have looked at this landscape, and for me it is like the first smile of the world. It takes me out of myself, in the deepest meaning of the expression. It assures me that nothing matters except my love, and that even this love has no value for me unless it remains innocent and free. It denies me a personality, and deprives my suffering of its echo. The world is beautiful, and this is everything. The great truth which it patiently teaches me is that neither the mind nor even the heart has any importance. And that the stone warmed by the stone or the cypress tree swelling against the empty sky set a boundary to the only world in which «to be right» has any meaning: nature without men. This world reduces me to nothing. It carries me to the very end. Without anger, it denies that I exist. And, agreeing to my defeat, I move toward a wisdom where everything has already been conquered — except that tears come into my eyes, and this great sob of poetry which swells my heart makes me forget the truth of the world. #Quote by Albert Camus

#23. …My life has always been a powder keg waiting for a match.»

«Well, hello, match,» Hazel said, pointing to herself with both thumbs, but she smiled as she did it, hoping to take the sting out of the words.

«Hello, match.» Somehow his snagged-silk voice gave them an entirely different meaning. #Quote by Holly Black

#24. I saw myself in the mirror, and from my expression I had a shocking intimation of the rift between my body and my soul. Whereas my face was drained by defeat and shock, inside my head was another universe: I now understood as an elemental fact of life that while I was here, inside my body was a soul, a meaning, that all things were made of desire, touch, and love, that what I was suffering was composed of the same elements. #Quote by Orhan Pamuk

#25. I did not know I was on a search for passionate aliveness. I only knew I was lonely and lost and that something was drawing me deeper beneath the surface of my life in search of meaning. There is a hunger in people to go to those deep depths; to know that our lives are sacred; that our hearts are truly capable of love. It is a yearning to be all the we can be. A longing for what is real. #Quote by Anne Hillman

#26. And what of our understanding?» he demanded. «The handfasting?»
Lizzie’s heart skipped a beat. She swallowed down her fear and lifted her chin. «I’ve no’ cried off if that is what you mean. You sent me a bonnet
«
«Woman, I’ve never in my life imagine one could attach so much meaning to a bloody bonnet It was a hat! No’ a jewel, no’ a horse
«
«And I am still waiting to hear you say that you esteem me,» she said stubbornly. «If ye donna, I will return to Thorntree today and you have my vow I shall never bother you again.»
«I donna esteem you! he cried heavenward, and Lizzie’s heart lurched. «What is in that head of yours, lass? I love you! #Quote by Julia London

#27. Well, first of all,» he began, «I really…I really like you.» He looked into my eyes in a seeming effort to transmit the true meaning of each word straight into my psyche. All muscle tone disappeared from my body.
Marlboro Man was so willing to put himself out there, so unafraid to put forth his true feelings. I simply wasn’t used to this. I was used to head games, tactics, apathy, aloofness. When it came to love and romance, I’d developed a rock-solid tolerance for mediocrity. And here, in two short weeks, Marlboro Man had blown it all to kingdom come.
There was nothing mediocre about Marlboro Man.
He had more to say; he didn’t even pause to wait for a response. That, in his universe, was what a real man did.
«And…» He hesitated.
I listened. His voice was serious. Focused.
«And I just flat don’t want you to leave,» he declared, holding me close, resting his chin on my cheek, speaking directly into my ear.
I paused. Took a breath. «Well—» I began.
He interrupted. «I know we’ve just been doing this for two weeks, and I know you’ve already made your plans, and I know we don’t know what the future holds, but…» He looked at me and cupped my face in his hand, his other hand on my arm.
«I know,» I agreed, trying to muster some trite response. «I—«
He broke in again. He had some things to say. «If I didn’t have the ranch, it’d be one thing,» he said. My pulse quickened. «But I…my life is here.»
«I know,» I said again. «I wouldn #Quote by Ree Drummond

#28. My trust in a higher power that wants me to survive and have love in my life, is what keeps me moving forward. #Quote by Kenny Loggins

#29. I did, of course, on both counts, and started going out with the boy I lost my virginity to — all of it. He lost his to me too, except that neither of us felt we had lost anything — just discovered the meaning of life and love and everything else unnecessary in between. #Quote by Elly Varrenti

#30. …where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term «generosity of spirit» applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire — meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in… this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged… #Quote by Bret Easton Ellis

#31. Finally, I formulate and say a little prayer to God, and since we haven’t officially spoken since my mom and Elliott died that takes up quite a bit of my time.
The rest of it I spend on trying to determine what I think love really is and what I actually feel for Tally Landon at this point. Upon deep reflection, I realize that I must be at the edge of life’s abyss. This is me. All there is left of me; and yet, I’m looking over and contemplating its meaning on whether to jump or stay. I’m not sure this feeling for Tally Landon is made up of love any more than it is of hate. This must be a kind of purgatory — the in-between place — because these pervasive feelings of rage and passion for Tally are equalized and actually co-mingle together — like fire and water — each ready to extinguish the other. I’ve come to accept the truth. There may be nothing left for us. It could go either way. #Quote by Katherine Owen

#32. You’ve no idea the restraint I’ve created. A word, which in a past life, never held special meaning for me, flows now through the blood of my veins as if to remind me it was always there. Like you, always there. You said I was not strong. So I created strength to fight against these natural feelings which keep me tied to you. I drew a line in the sand so I would not step towards your door again. I have boundaries, strength and pride. What I do not have is you. And that is the only part I wanted. You’ve no idea the restraint I’ve created. You’ve no idea the bold wall I’ve built to keep me out of your compromising arms. #Quote by Coco J. Ginger

#33. I’m living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed. Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night — in the moments before I pass off into sleep — ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem. Incredible that anything could happen to take away this bubbling energy, the zest that fills everything I do. It’s as if all the knowledge I’ve soaked in during the past months has coalesced and lifted me to a peak of light and understanding. This is beauty, love, and truth all rolled into one. This is joy. #Quote by Daniel Keyes

#34. Mom used to tell me that white people don’t understand us, would never understand us, even when they are well-meaning and patient…I thought she was being reductive and unforgiving, but she might have known something I didn’t: how do I explain to [my white boyfriend], who feels only love and little obligation, that my life comes with an excess of the latter? You marry into this, whether you like it or not. #Quote by Scaachi Koul

#35. Science is getting knocked on all sides these days, not only from religious fundamentalists, but from all kinds of people who perceive science as arrogant, one-sided, and the source of the troubles that come with the technology it produces. It’s true that individuL scientists can be so arrogant and narrowly focused, they’re blind to any but their own truths, and that new discoveries bring new problems with them. Still, I don’t know many people who would refuse a biopsy for a newly discovered lump because they think science needs to be taken down a peg or two.

Religion gets knocked for the same kinds of reasons as science: for its arrogance, narowmindedness, and tendency to create more trouble than it’s worth. Religion is also accused of concealing reality under a comforting blanket of measureless faith — the flip side, perhaps of the scientist for whom nothing can be real until she has measured it.

My own sojourn into religion convinced me that good religion reveals rather than conceals. Religion is the soul in search of itself and its relationship to the cosmos. This journey requires looking at all of it: the joy, the sorrow, the beauty and the horror of life. We hope for the best. We want meaning and love to exist not only in ourselves, but in the very soul of the universe. At times this great hope might tempt us to pick and choose only the data that supports our desires. But in religion as in boat-building, the design must be tested in all conditions #Quote by Margaret D. McGee

#36. As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will never fully know my mother, any more than I will ever know my father or Connor, or myself. I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts? #Quote by Rebecca Wells

#37. I love brief habits and consider them an inestimable means for getting to know many things…My nature is designed entirely for brief habits…I always believe that here is something that will give me lasting satisfaction — brief habits, too, have this faith of passion, this faith in eternity — and that I am to be envied for having found and recognized it…But one day its time is up; the good thing parts from me, not as something that has come to nauseate me but peacefully and sated with me as I am with it — as if we had reason to be grateful to each other as we shook hands to say farewell. Even then something new is waiting at the door, along with my faith — this indestructible fool and sage! — that this new discovery will be just right, and that this will be the last time. That is what happens to me with dishes, ideas, human beings, cities, poems, music, doctrines, ways of arranging the day, and life styles. #Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

#38. If someone told me that I could live my life again free of depression provided I was willing to give up the gifts depression has given me
the depth of awareness, the expanded consciousness, the increased sensitivity, the awareness of limitation, the tenderness of love, the meaning of friendship, the apreciation of life, the joy of a passionate heart
I would say, ‘This is a Faustian bargain! Give me my depressions. Let the darkness descend. But do not take away the gifts that depression, with the help of some unseen hand, has dredged up from the deep ocean of my soul and strewn along the shores of my life. I can endure darkness if I must; but I cannot lie without these gifts. I cannot live without my soul.’ (p. 188) #Quote by David Elkins

#39. Child think mother is my protector who save me from all bad , but what is , if mother herself throw child life in risk by break child swear continuously, is it not betrayal to that child and child feelings ? what is the meaning of love ? that kiss every day and say i love you ? or cooking good food and buy new dress and toys ? take care of life ,or love is mean to respect feelings ? if it is love then why there is no fear of life and why there is no respect of feelings.
Doesn’t matter its your beloved or child
«Respect of feelings is The love #Quote by Mohammed Zaki Ansari

#40. Brandon, until this very moment, the world and the people in it have always been dark and incomprehensible to me, and I’ve tried to clear my way with logic and superior intellect, and you’ve thrown by own words right back in my face; you’ve given my words a meaning that I never dreamed of, and you tried to twist them into a cold logical excuse for your ugly murder!

Tonight you’ve made me ashamed of every concept I’ve ever had, of superior or inferior beings, but I thank you for that shame, because now I know that we’re each of us a separate human being, Brandon, with the right to live and work and think as individuals, but with an obligation to the society that we live in. By what right do you dare say that there’s a superior few to which you belong? By what right did you dare decide that that boy in there [he’s referencing the dead body of «David,» lying in a trunk in the middle of the room] was inferior and therefore could be killed?

Did you think you were God Brandon? Is that what you thought when you choked the life out of him? Is that what you thought when you served food from his grave! I don’t know what you thought or what you are, but I know what you’ve done — YOU’VE MURDERED! You’ve strangled the life of a fellow human being who could live and love as you never could… and never will again! #Quote by Arthur Laurents

#41. [THE DAILY BREATH]

The greatest mystery in this Universe: the relationship between us and God — is revealed on Earth in the simplest and most beautiful way: our relationship with our own children.

Do you know that «Even before He made the world, God loved you?»
You may say «That’s nice» but not really grasp the deep meaning and full revelation of this truth. Think with me.

I don’t have kids, but when I think of having my own children in the future, right now, years before they are conceived and born, I love them with my life and heart. Before I prepare their bedroom and their toys, I love them. In the same way God loves you. Before He made the world and anything else for you, He loved you.

Just as you love your children for life, God loves you for eternity. I love Him back. #Quote by Dragos Bratasanu

#42. …somewhere in that intersection of broken hearts and shattered souls… broken is not the end of things, but the beginning. Maybe broken is what happens before you become unbroken. What’s more, maybe our broken pieces don’t fit us… maybe my pieces are the very pieces needed to mend you and your pieces are the very pieces needed to mend me, but until we’ve been broken we don’t have the pieces to mend each other. Maybe in the offering we discover the meaning, and value of being broken. Maybe…somewhere on the planet is another somebody standing around holding a bag of all the jagged, painful pieces of themselves and they can’t get whole without you… Maybe love, the real kind, the kind only wished for in whispers and the kind our hearts are hardwired to want, is opening up the bag of you… And what’s more, they don’t cost you anything. They’re free. I paid for them in the breaking… And because you’re desperate, and you’ve tried most everything else, you empty my bag across the floor… and…find the one piece you’ve been missing… And when you insert that piece into the puzzle that had become you, it stops the hemorrhage, and for the first time in maybe your whole life, the wound starts to heal. #Quote by Charles Martin

#43. I didn’t know you’d grown to love hunting so much,» Silas notes, sounding genuinely surprised.
I backpedal. «I . . . I mean, it’s not about liking hunting. It’s about the fact that I spend hours training every day for solo hunts she won’t let me do. If I have to live the life of a hunter, I’d like to actually, you know, hunt.»
«Ah,» Silas says, though I’m pretty sure I didn’t make any sense. «Well, not that I’m in favor of her stealing hunts from you, but I’ll confess it’s hard to think about Rosie March on her own, killing wolves, and not get overprotective.» He paused, and he seems to be choosing his words carefully. «Even if you aren’t exactly ‘little Rosie March’ anymore.»
My eyes find his, trying to analyze the meaning of his words, of the change in his tone. But just as I finally take a breath and will myself to speak, the pipes from the upstairs shower rattle above us. I turn back to the oven, out of my trance. I’m overanalyzing things, as usual.
«What are you making, then?» Silas asks, voice back to normal.
«Um . . . meatloaf.» The sexiest of foods. #Quote by Jackson Pearce

#44. Whisper sweetly the tenderness of the moment. Let the love teach you the true meaning and passion of this experience we share. With gratitude and reverence for the blessings and miracles I receive and witness, my heart still beats as the little things die to be reborn with a greater joy for life in each moment. #Quote by Jennifer Hillman

#45. He said nothing of the pounding in his heart when he looked at her. He felt short of breath after his long ride. His white skin felt hot to the touch. He did not use the word «love.» For the last time in his life he wondered if he had wasted his love on a woman who only gave her love until it was time to take it back. He set the thought aside. He had given his heart this once in his life and counted himself blessed to have had the chance to do so. The question of whether she was worthy of his love had no meaning. His heart had answered that question long ago.

«You will protect me,» she said.

«With my life,» he replied.»

Excerpt From: Toppy. «The Enchantress of Florence — Salman Rushdie. #Quote by Salman Rushdie

#46. Justin: I am falling so in love with you.

Her body electrified. Celeste wiped her eyes and read his text again. The drone of the plane disappeared; the turbulence was no more. There was only Justin and his words.

Justin: I lose myself and find myself at the same time with you.

Justin: I need you, Celeste. I need you as part of my world, because for the first time, I am connected to someone in a way that has meaning. And truth. Maybe our distance has strengthened what I feel between us since we’re not grounded in habit or daily convenience. We have to fight for what we have.

Justin: I don’t know if I can equate what I feel for you with anything else. Except maybe one thing, if this makes any sense.

Justin: I go to this spot at Sunset Cliffs sometimes. It’s usually a place crowded with tourists, but certain times of year are quieter. I like it then. And there’s a high spot on the sandstone cliff, surrounded by this gorgeous ice plant, and it overlooks the most beautiful water view you’ve ever seen. I’m on top of the world there, it seems.

Justin: And everything fits, you know? Life feels right. As though I could take on anything, do anything. And sometimes, when I’m feeling overcome with gratitude for the view and for what I have, I jump so that I remember to continue to be courageous because not every piece of life will feel so in place.

Justin: It’s a twenty-foot drop, #Quote by Jessica Park

#47. Your life better. I know my faith makes my life better, and whether what I believe in exists or not, because I have faith in it, I get the benefits of that faith. I’m not going to ever have faith in God or anything like God. Do you have faith in love? Meaning what? Do you believe in love? Yeah. Do you believe it can make your life better? Yeah. Do you have faith in anything else? Friendship. You believe in friendship? Very much so. Anything else? What’s your point? You can’t prove love or friendship exist, but you still have faith in them. I’m asking #Quote by James Frey

#48. So that’s it. I’ve told you everything I know. Think clearly and think for yourself. Learn to use language to express those thoughts. Love somebody with all your heart. And with everyone, whether you love them or not, find out if you can be helpful. But really, it’s even simpler than that. After all this time, and all these talks in public and in private, I think I get it now. If I were taking my friend Arnold’s suggestion and spoke from my deathbed, I think I know what I’d say. I see now that I had my meaning all along, I just had to notice it. The meaning of life … is life. Not noticing life is what’s meaningless, even down to the last second. #Quote by Alan Alda

#49. Can you understand,’ asked my father, ‘the deep meaning of that weakness, that passion for colored tissue, for papier-mache, for distemper, for oakum and sawdust? This is,’ he continued with a pained smile, ‘the proof of our love for matter as such, for its fluffiness or porosity, for its unique mystical consistency. Demiurge, that great master and artist, made matter invisible, made it disappear under the surface of life. We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. We like to see behind each gesture, behind each move, its inertia, its heavy effort, its bearlike awkwardness. #Quote by Bruno Schulz

#50. I’m not building a castle or a monument; I’m building a soul and a family. I’ll tell stories all my life, writing on napkins and on the backs of receipts, or in books if they let me, but this is the promise I make to my God: I will never again be so careless, so cavalier with the body and soul you’ve given me. They are the only things in all the world that have been entrusted entirely to me, and I stewarded them poorly, worshiping for a time at the altars of productivity, capability, busyness, distraction. This body and soul will become again what God intended them to be: living sacrifices, offered only to him. I will spend my life on meaning, on connection, on love, on freedom. I will not waste one more day trapped in comparison, competition, proving, and earning. That’s the currency of a culture that has nothing to offer me. It #Quote by Shauna Niequist

#51. I will never be through with you, ever. I don’t know what I have to do to get you to realize that you’re my
everything. I exist to love you, you’re my meaning of life, my reason to be, you were made for me and I was made to make you mine. What we have
is too important to me to just throw away because of a picture and an incorrect quote. But you have got to have some faith in me Layla. I would
never hurt you, you have to know that. I may get angry, lose my temper and storm away but I will always calm down and I will always come back. I
could never leave you behind. I’d be lost without you. #Quote by Marie Coulson

#52. The moments spent with you make my life smile! #Quote by Avijeet Das

#53. No one sighs regretfully on his deathbed and says, «I can’t believe I wasted all that time with my wife and kids,» «volunteering at the soup kitchen,» or «growing in my spirituality.» No one ever says, «I should have spent more time watching TV and playing Angry Birds on my phone.» In my own life, nothing has given my life more meaning and satisfaction than my Catholic faith and the love of my #Quote by Arthur C. Brooks

#54. Now as a slightly less young adult Valentine’s Day is an oasis of sorts. I’ve become one of those rotten lovers who didn’t keep his promise to stay connected no matter what life through at him. Between children, work, school and church each day just fills up. At day’s end when the work is done and the kids are safely in bed it’s time to unwind, decompress or just veg out. Sure we spend that time together but I forget to make time to take her in my arms and just stare into those beautiful eyes. I don’t always take every shot I get to hold or caress her hand and tell her I’ve missed her today. I neglect to mention that when I catch a glimpse of her from across the room my heart still leaps in my chest. I don’t remind her daily that she’s the reason behind everything I do and she’s given my life meaning. I fail to tell her that I smile every time I think of her or that I’m smiling right now as I type this because I’m thinking of her. Or that she’s just as beautiful today as she was the day we got married, or how lucky I am to share a life with her. Valentine’s Day is an opportunity to break from the dizzying array of stuff that crowds our day to day and say «I Love You». #Quote by Aaron Blaylock

#55. I love old drawings and the sketches of cities and animals from ancient field guides. I like timeless things, old things. They’ve made it to the modern age and taken on a meaning larger than their intention. I wanted my journal to be like that. There is a weird paradox in trying to live a meaningful life, one you will talk about and tell about. There is the present experience of the living, but also the separate eye, watching from above, already seeing the living from the outside. #Quote by Jedidiah Jenkins

#56. To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-‘ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning. #Quote by Jacqueline Carey

#57. Memories are better than life. Nothing I’m part of is good until later. I love what time does. I make decisions on the basis of sensing what will produce the best memory. They’re my finest works: all that multidimensional and liquid maze of experience minus the fear and uncertainty, or with the fear and uncertainty changed to something else. Because they’re already finished. I made them up and they comprise me. It’s as if experience is only the dark, chaotic factory where these little infinity jewels are pressed into being. Everyone is the poet of their memories. Usually it’s better to get things over with so you have the memory. But like the best poems, they’re also never really finished because they gain new meaning as time reveals them in different lights. Maybe every memory is inside you from the beginning; they erupt and branch and merge in fantastic patterns, but if you really tried you could trace any one of them back to the same original. Maybe the best ones are all the same: of being born. Or dying, or whatever it is. #Quote by Richard Hell

#58. I let him hold me. I let him shake and shudder. Time held no meaning as we existed in each other’s embrace and fed each other with love and togetherness. I would hold him for the rest of my life and ensure he never felt anything but acceptance, adoration, and unconditional love. #Quote by Pepper Winters

#59. I, like most scientific types, came to believe in the possibility of a material conception of reality, an ultimately scientific worldview that would grant a complete metaphysics,, minus outmoded concepts like souls, God, and bearded white men in robes. I spent a good chunk of my twenties trying to build a frame for such an endeavor. The problem, however, eventually became evident: to make science the arbiter of metaphysics is to banish not only God from the world but also love, hate, meaning — to consider a world that is self-evidently not the world we live in. That’s not to say that if you believe in meaning, you must also believe in God. It is to say, though, thay if you believe that science provides no basis for God, then you are almost obligated to conclude that science provides no basis for meaning and, therefore, life itself doesn’t have any. In other words, existential claims have no weight; all knowledge is scientific knowledge. #Quote by Paul Kalanithi

#60. I was the silent and ever present figure in your life … but you.» I kissed the back of her hand softly and closed my eyes. «You’ve always been the meaning of mine. #Quote by Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#61. Is it really possible that the finest sensations in life are simple: the delicate brush of Lou’s hair across my chest, for instance? Yes. It is possible. Or was it the feeling I felt in each length as they drifted over me, the love I perceived in their gentle tickle? Yes. That was possible too. With Lou’s soft first kiss, wasn’t it mainly the miracle of its happening at all which made it so wondrous, so plainly impossible? And was I waiting on the stair for the world’s wind to do the same, to display for me that rare union of meaning, gesture, and understanding, which the artist gnaws up knuckles to achieve? O. Oooh … the decades I’ve done in and then abandoned without even waiting for the wounds to bleed! #Quote by William H Gass

#62. For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. #Quote by Viktor E. Frankl

#63. When belonging to an elite group eclipses the love of God, when I draw life and meaning from any source other than my belovedness, I am spiritually dead. When God gets relegated to second place behind any bauble or trinket, I have swapped the pearl of great price for painted fragments of glass. #Quote by Brennan Manning

#64. …I owed her a debt of gratitude. More than gratitude, much more.
I could finally see what had always been there. She had been more than an attendant, more than a friend, more than a sister. She had been a mother to me. She had worried, sought to protect me from danger, guided me toward the best. She had looked out for my future, assessed the worthiness of everyone to be in my life. And in that way, she had taken me as her purpose in life, the one who gave her meaning. I had a constant love all along. And in recognizing that, I felt moved to tears.
«How could you step out of my life?» I told her. «if you do don’t join me, I will be lost. No one would worry about me as much as you. No one knows me better, knows my past and what this new life means. I should have told you a long time ago.» I became teary-eyed. She kept her lips sealed, but her jaw was trembling. «You are the only loyal person in my life, the only one I can trust.»
Tears fell from her eyes. «Now you know. I was always the only one.»
«We love each other,» I said with a light laugh. «In spite of all the trouble I’ve given you, you stayed with me. So it must be that you loved me like a mother. #Quote by Amy Tan

#65. I’m an avalanche, waiting to fall on you, to awaken your deepest emotions, your fears, desires, longings, dreams. It is my purpose. I am your dream, through night and day, but if you wish to own me, you will find empty hands and understand that I am just as much an illusion as I am your delusions reality. I can not be owned. I’m real and unreal. I’m everything you love and hate, I’m here to be opposite of you to shape you, because I am your lesson, and my lesson is you. #Quote by Suzana Trifkovic

#66. The Love I Gave You Once

My beloved,
My own,
Do not demand the love
I gave you once.

For a moment, I really believed
That you alone gave meaning
To my withered life;
That the accelerating pain
Of my unrequited love,
Would make me forget
All other torments
Of this troubled world;
That your face lent stability
To the restless spring;
That nothing else mattered
In this empty world
But your deep, seductive eyes.

For a moment, I really believed
That if I could only possess you,
I could conquer Fate itself.

But all that was false,
A mere illusion.

This world of ours bleeds
With more pains than just the pain of love;
And many more pleasures beckon us all the time
Than just the fleeting pleasures of a reunion with you.

For untold centuries,
The affluent have always woven many webs of intrigue,
Dark and cruel and mysterious,
And dressed them up in silks and brocades.
And for all those years,
On every street and in every bazaar,
Human bodies have been brazenly sold,
Dressed in dust and bathed in blood,
Malnourished, misshapen and baked by disease.

Time and time again,
My eyes are diverted
To this tragic scene,
Your beauty is alluring as ever,
Your arms inviting as always:
But how can I ever ignore
All this ugliness, all this pain?
#Quote by Faiz Ahmad Faiz

According to the London daily Elaph, the artist Raji is back with a new song called «Habib Omri» (The Love Of My Life), written by Munir Abu Asaf, composed by Ziad Khoury and distributed and recorded by Budy Na’oom.

She dedicated her award to «my wonderful husband-to-be»‘, and said: «He’s the love of my life, I’ve never been this happy with a man before.

GORDON Brown says his wife’s high-profile role in the campaign was her own idea as he declared her «the love of my life«.

Vanessa, said James was «really excited» about becoming a dad and was «the love of my life«.

He said: «Gabriela is the love of my life. I’ve never met anyone like her or felt so sure about a relationship.

I’ve found the love of my life and we couldn’t be happier.»

He is the most amazing man and the love of my life,» Contactmusic quoted her as telling HELLO!

MY WIFE MY WIFE was the love of my life, Never hardly a day apart, Then one day our Lord called, And he broke my poor heart, We had weathered together many storms, And had many very happy years, We have laughed and joked, And we had shed a few tears, God made you very special, And he gave me to you, To share some special moments, With a love so rare and true, I was so very glad to marry you, And so proud you were my wife, You were always my princess, And will be throughout my life.

At the time, Helen revealed her mum Julia thought she was crazy, but she gushed: «He’s the love of my life. It was a bit quick but we’re pretty much inseparable now.»

«I had been going out with Scott for five months and he was the love of my life — we might have got married if he had lived.

«Liam was probably the love of my life. While I may never get that again, some people never experience that in a lifetime,» the Sun quoted her as saying.

«He’s the love of my life. He has been so strong around me.

Mary O’Leary’s husband Donal broke down yesterday as he recalled the death of «the love of my life» in the September 2011 collision in Co Cork.

Rob’s the love of my life. That doesn’t mean I’m going to end up being with him for the rest of my life.

Khloe said: «Two years ago today I married my best friend and the love of my life. Wow.