One word sayings for love

It rarely snows because Antarctica is a desert. An iceberg means it’s tens of millions of years old and has calved from a glacier. (This is why you must love life: one day you’re offering up your social security number to the Russia Mafia; two weeks later you’re using the word calve as a verb.) I saw hundreds of them, cathedrals of ice, rubbed like salt licks; shipwrecks, polished from wear like marble steps at the Vatican; Lincoln Centers capsized and pockmarked; airplane hangars carved by Louise Nevelson; thirty-story buildings, impossibly arched like out of a world’s fair; white, yes, but blue, too, every blue on the color wheel, deep like a navy blazer, incandescent like a neon sign, royal like a Frenchman’s shirt, powder like Peter Rabbit’s cloth coat, these icy monsters roaming the forbidding black. — Maria Semple

Morals are meant to be shared.» He held me away for another moment, reading, then grinned and handed me the book. «I like this one.»
… «It’s better to love people than wealth. I love Dad, Mom, Kendall, Sandra, Nick, baby Stetson, and especially Hudson. I wouldn’t trade them for a mountain of gold.»
«I love the word ‘especially,'» he said. «And I love the person who wrote it.» Then he bent over to kiss me. — Janette Rallison

I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and relevatory-here is the full chaos of life. An amazing talent. — Janet Fitch

For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. — Marie De France

This one guy, the worse guy in the music. The Yanni man. You know Yanni? First of all, anyone who looks like a magician and doesn’t do magic, I don’t like. I don’t even like magic, I hate it. But I love the word, «Ta-da»! I love that word! I don’t get to say it, right? I never do any magic. You just cant go around walking, «Ta-da!» «Ta-da!» «Ta-da!» The only time I can say it is when I do something really stupid or surprising. Like if I go out all night drinking and hitting strip clubs and I come home and I still got some money … «Ta
da!» I thought I was broke. Why does my jaw hurt? — Dave Attell

Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?» August said. «And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word. — Sue Monk Kidd

This one word «Love» has revolutionized the whole planet in an evolutionary way. Without this, none of us might have been born. — Abhijit Naskar

We’re done, this is over. I’m packing your shit and you’re leaving.» I’m sorry, I love you, please forgive me. «Everything is fucked up, don’t you get that? It’s ruined, all of it is ruined and you need to fucking leave.» I’m so sorry, I love you, please forgive me. «You need to get a life.» I’m sorry, I love you, please forgive me. «All those sad, pathetic letters.» I’m lying, don’t believe me, please don’t believe me. I loved your letters, I kept them all and I cherish every one of them. «I prefer women with a little more experience.» I don’t mean it. I don’t mean any of it. Knowing I’m the only man who has ever been inside of you makes me feel like a fucking king and the luckiest man alive. I’m sorry, I love you, please forgive me. «It doesn’t get better when I come home to you. I hate this life.» I’m lying! Every word is a lie. I love our life and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. I love you, I love you, I love you. — Tara Sivec

I «dated» one boy and our song was «Faithfully» by Journey. Every time it played my body would turn electric, and I would stare out whatever window I was near and reminisce about experiences I hadn’t had. Is there a word for when you are young and pretending to have lived and loved a thousand lives? Is there a German word for that? Seems like there should be. Let’s say it is Schaufenfrieglasploit. — Amy Poehler

A friend and I prepared a video clip once for a worship service. Our goal was to capture people’s responses to the word Christian, so we took a video camera and hit the streets, from the trendy arts district to the suburbs. We asked people to say the first word that came to mind in response to each word we said: «snow,» «eagles» (it’s Philly), «teenagers,» and finally «Christian.» When people heard the word Christian, they stopped in their tracks. I will never forget their responses: «fake,» «hypocrites,» «church,» «boring.» One guy even said, «used-to-be-one» (sort of one word). I will also never forget what they didn’t say. Not one of the people we asked that day said «love.» No one said «grace.» No one said «community. — Shane Claiborne

The three boys, one dark, one light, and one — for lack of a better word — fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right. — Patrick Rothfuss

How do you know you love someone?» he’d asked his dad when he was kid.
«Huh. That’s a tricky one. I suppose you know you love someone when you want to make them happy.»
It was as good an answer as any, Cole thought. The word didn’t have to come laden with expectations. It didn’t have to be difficult. It didn’t mean forever, or a commitment. Love could be as ephemeral as a single breath. That didn’t make it a lie. — Lisa Henry

The quick ticket to ecstasy is to catch yourself feeling in a very low state of mind
depressed, stupid, hateful
and to love yourself for feeling that way. When you do that you can experience a rocket ride right to the top. Love does not take time; it’s possible to transform depression into ecstasy in a flash. But please do not accept my word for it. Try it as an experiment next time you are feeling low.
Something else to consider is that we will always be in the process of remembering how to love ourselves, then forgetting, then remembering again. It does not seem to be our destiny to be any one way all the time. So let’s get used to being pendulums and enjoy the ride. — Gay Hendricks

Thus, to serve one another through love, that is to instruct him that goeth astray, to comfort the afflicted, to raise up the weak, to help thy neighbour, to bear his infirmities, to endure troubles, labours, ingratitude in the Church, and in civil life to obey the magistrates, to give honour to parents, to be patient at home with a froward wife, and an unruly family; these and such like, are works which reason judgeth to be on no value. But, indeed, they are such works, that the whole world is not able to comprehend the excellency and worthiness thererof, for it doth not measure things by the word of God, yea, it knoweth not the value of any of the least good works, which are good works indeed. — Martin Luther

Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover. Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth. — Shekhar Kapur

One day when Thomas Aquinas was preaching to the local populace on the love of God, he saw an old woman listening attentively to his every word. And inspired by her eagerness to learn more about her God whom she loved so dearly, he said to the people: It is better to be this unlearned woman, loving God with all her heart, than the most learned theologian lacking love. — Thomas Aquinas

I almost do. i’d love to live in his musical cartoon world, where witches like maura get vanquished with one heroic word, and all the forest creatures are happy when two gay guys walk hand-in-hand through the meadow, and gideon is the himbo suitor you know the princess can’t marry, because her heart belongs to the beast. i’m sure it’s a lovely world, where these things happen. a rich, spoiled, colorful world. maybe one day i’ll get to visit, but i doubt it. worlds like that don’t tend to issue visas to fuckups like me. — John Green

I am fat with love! Husky with ardor! Morbidly obese with devotion! A happy, busy bumblebee of marital enthusiasm. I positively hum around him, fussing and fixing. I have become a strange thing. I have become a wife. I find myself steering the ship of conversations- bulkily, unnaturally- just so I can say his name aloud. I have become a wife, I have become a bore, I have been asked to forfeit my Independent Young Feminist card. I don’t care. I balance his checkbook, I trim his hair. I’ve gotten so retro, at one point I will probably use the word pocketbook, shuffling out the door in my swingy tweed coat, my lips red, on the way to the beauty parlor. Nothing bothers me. Everything seems like it will turn out fine, every bother transformed into an amusing story to be told over dinner. ‘So I killed a hobo today, honey … hahahaha! Ah, we have fun — Gillian Flynn

Everything faded away except one emotion. One so pure and innocent that it seemed intangible. I was encompassed and filled with a sensation that was consuming, warming me throughout. There was a word that was the closest thing to describe it, but the gravity he held of it was so much more than a word could possibly convey. He saw everything I was to God, to this world, to his own heart. Our souls were entwined with it, our destinies written by it, our hearts beat to it.
Love. — Ashlan Thomas

It’s not real. Love is a product of habit and routine. If you break that habit and change those routines, the person you’ve loved and lost and can’t live without suddenly becomes an easy memory to file in the back of your mind . In other words, love isn’t a heart condition. It’s not even an emotional one. It’s just a four-letter word we use when we want to control someone else and ruin their life if we ever decide to walk out on them — Morgan Parker

And what is justice? The princess thought of that proud word ‘justice’. All the complex laws of man centered for her in one clear and simple law — the law of love and self-sacrifice taught us by Him who lovingly suffered for mankind though He Himself was God. What had she to do with justice or injustice of other people? She had to endure and love, and that she did. — Leo Tolstoy

Love is only A one syllable word but it’s the most powerful one mankind’s ever heard. — Stanley Victor Paskavich

Reading books everyone died, none became any wise.
One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise. — Kabir

Prejudices emerge from the disposition of the human mind to perceive and process information in categories. «Categories» is a nicer, more neutral word than «stereotypes,» but it’s the same thing. Cognitive psychologists consider stereotypes to be energy-saving devices that allow us to make efficient decisions on the basis of past experience; help us quickly process new information and retrieve memories; make sense of real differences between groups; and predict, often with considerable accuracy, how others will behave or how they think.24 We wisely rely on stereotypes and the quick information they give us to avoid danger, approach possible new friends, choose one school or job over another, or decide that that person across this crowded room will be the love of our lives. — Carol Tavris

It has been hard, I know, my daughters, but one word alone wipes out all of the hardships: love. — Sophocles

Love, she thought, he’d typed «love» just as she had. A multifacedted word, love, there probably wasn’t another word in this or any other language that had so many shades and degrees. She knew that he loved her and she loved him, just as she loved Adam and Adam loved her. But with love, theirs or his, it was always a question of degree, and what one was willing to do to express that degree. — Daniel Waters

He said you were frigid?» She nodded. «Oh, honey, that word should be stricken from every dictionary in existence. There is no such thing. Just men who don’t know what they’re doing.» He leaned toward her, kissed her throat, and said, «I’m not one of them. — Patricia Ryan

But I loved you. Never as a friend. Always as something more. From the moment you walked into the bar, you owned the word and what it meant for me. I prayed and I dreamed that one day I would get to tell you myself. That no matter how you felt, I would tell you that I loved you and nothing could change that. That it was mine to give to you.» He inhales deeply and says, «And so, I love you, baby blue. I am in love with you. You are love to me. And I’m honored I’m finally able to tell you. — Karina Halle

A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights.
As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his hand out the window,
cupping it around the wind. He’d been assured
this is exactly how a woman’s breast feels when you put
your hand around it and apply a little pressure. Now he knew,
and he loved it. Night after night, again and again, until
the weather grew cold and he had to roll the window up.
For many years afterwards he was perpetually attempting
to soar. One winter’s night, holding his wife’s breast
in his hand, he closed his eyes and wanted to weep.
He loved her, but it was the wind he imagined now.
As he grew older, he loved the word etcetera and refused
to abbreviate it. He loved sweet white butter. He often
pretended to be playing the organ. On one of his last mornings,
he noticed the shape of his face molded in the pillow.
He shook it out, but the next morning it reappeared. — Mary Ruefle

Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him «Stumpy» or «the maimed one.»
It doesn’t sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting outright in English were tokens of deep affection when said in Spanish. — Gwen Cooper

Man may deceive his fellow-men, deception may follow deception, and the children of the wicked one may have power to seduce the foolish and untaught, till naught but fiction feeds the many, and the fruit of falsehood carries in its current the giddy to the grave; but one touch with the finger of his love, yes, one ray of glory from the upper world, or one word from the mouth of the Savior, from the bosom of eternity, strikes it all into insignificance, and blots it forever from the mind. (Messenger and Advocate Oct 1934 pp 14-16) — Oliver Cowdery

I hope one day it won’t matter who you’re in love with. Gender is just a word. LOVE is beautiful. labels are for assholes. don’t ever stop being yourselves. — Jeffree Star

You realized you were surrounded by love, that you were held by love, and that you’d had too small an imagination about that word, that thing. Romantic love, absolutely. Our notion of love — it just seems a very unevolved and very unenlightened notion. That it’s this one person who you will meet. Eve Ensler — Krista Tippett

I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup. — Antonio Machado

It’s said that in the beginning was the word, but for me the beginning is always an image. When I think about a conversation, it always starts with images. And what I love about photography is the inscription of a single moment: it’s completely ephemeral. You take the photograph, and one second later, everything has changed. — Abbas Kiarostami

No soul moves alone through the world, Leweth. Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of world spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another should to carry our own … NO one’s soul moves alone, Leweth. When one love dies, on must learn to love another. — R. Scott Bakker

What Gosta,’ he said to himself, ‘can you no longer endure? You have been hardened in poverty all of your life; you have heard every tree in the forest, every tuft in the meadows preach to you of sacrifice and patience. You, brought up in a country where the winter is severe, and the summer joy is very short, have you forgotten the art of bearing your trials?
‘Oh Gosta, a man must bear all that life gives him with a courageous heart and a smile on his lips, else he is no man. Sorrow as much as you will. If you love your beloved, let your conscience burn and chafe within you, but show yourself a man and a Varmlander. Let your glances beam with joy, and meet your friends with a gay word on your lips! Life and nature are hard. They bring forth courage and joy as a counterweight against their own hardness, or no one could endure them … — Selma Lagerlof

You can rely too much, my love, on the unspoken things. And the wry smile. I have that smile myself, and I’ve learned the silence too, over the years. Along with your expressions, like No notion and Of necessity. What happens, though, when it is all unsaid, is that you wake up one morning, no, it’s more like late one afternoon, and it’s not just unsaid, it’s gone. That’s all. Just gone. I remember this word, that look, that small inflection, after all this. I used to hold them, trust them, read them like a rune. Like a sign that there was a house, a billet, a civilization where we were. I look back and I think I was just there all alone. Collecting wisps and signs. — Renata Adler

I love enemies, though not in the Christian way. They amuse me, excite my blood. Being always on one’s guard, catching every glance, the significance of every word, guessing at intentions, frustrating their plots, pretending to be tricked, and suddenly, with a shove, upturning the whole enormous and arduously built edifice of their cunning and schemes — that’s what I call life. — Mikhail Lermontov

No prophet or apostle has lived a celibate life is what I’d like to tell her. No one who’s ever told me celibacy is a viable option has ever been celibate. They don’t even use the word. They say ‘abstinent,’ which implies there will be an end. They don’t consider what my life will be like, if I never marry. Which is likely, given who I am, and the ways I’m different. People stand at the pulpit, or they come to my house, and tell me not to need what every human needs. Afterward, they go home and undress. They lie down next to the person they love most, or once did. — Nicole Hardy

I hope through The L Word to become an honorary member of the gay tribe. I cherish the thought that some young girl or woman somewhere may one night turn on the television and for the first time ever see her life represented
not as an isolated incident but as a multiplicity. Her overwhelming fear may have been that she might never find her tribe, she might never find love and now she knows that they are both out there waiting for her. — Jennifer Beals

We are one … alone … and only … and we love you who are one … alone … and only. We looked into each other’s eyes and we knew the breath of a miracle had touched us, and fled, and left us groping vainly. And we felt torn, torn for some word we could not find. — Ayn Rand

The word baptism means derailment. Christ baptizes Peter on the rock when he tells him: «Because you confessed your love for me, your life is no longer your own. Before you said this, you fastened your belt and you walked wherever you liked. Now, others will put a belt around you and take you where you would rather not go.» To submit to love is to be baptized, that is, to let one’s life be forever interrupted. To not let one’s life be interrupted is to say no to love — Ronald Rolheiser

Ivy hugs me tighter. «Wonderful, Rylan. This is good to know. And thank you for calling me…your friend. I love being called that.»
Love. My cheeks catch fire and my heart races as we continue holding each other. That word has become so foreign in my house, ever since my dad started distancing himself. But here’s my best friend using it in a way that makes me feel like everything’s okay and I’m whole again.
It’s the same one word — the only word — that could describe what I’m feeling for Ivy. — Colleen Boyd

I’ve rattled around long enough to have learned one thing: the universe is cold, and cruel, and violent — but only if you choose to look at it that way. For every act of aggression there are a thousand acts of kindness. For every hateful word, a million declarations of love. — James Roberts

Breathtaking.
That was the word, Liv decided, which had convinced her to wear the ludicrous outfit, because no one — not the one, solitary boyfriend she’d had during high school, or the leering frat boys she avoided at college parties — had ever spoken to her with such reverence. And with Xander beaming down at her, she did feel beautiful. — Danika Stone

You’ve said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing,» he was saying; «but you know that friendship’s not what I want: that there’s only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so … yes, love! … — Leo Tolstoy

In all the things that really matter, we are one. Love and faith, trust and empathy, family and friendship, sunsets and songs of awe: in every wish born in our humanity we are one. Our humankind, at this moment in our destiny, is a child blowing on a dandelion, without thought or understanding. But the wonder in the child is the wonder in us, and there’s no limit to the good we can do when human hearts connect. It’s the truth of us. It’s the story of us. It’s the meaning of the word God: we are one. We are one. We are one. — Gregory David Roberts

Each of us craves utterly unfailing love: a love that is unconditional, unwavering, radical, demonstrative, broader than the horizon, deeper than the sea. And it would be nice if that love were healthy, liberating rather than suffocating, and whole. Interestingly, the Word of God uses the phrase «unfailing love» thirty-two other times, and not one of them refers to any source other than God, Himself. — Beth Moore

I love the pink that creeps up your cheeks when I say something dirty. The way your pussy throbs when I mention what I’m going to do to you later, and you wiggle in your seat trying to control it. So yeah, I guess I do like watching you flustered. You sit and give your attention to the waiter, trying to pretend you’re listening to whatever he’s saying instead of thinking of me feeding you my cock later, but we both know you didn’t hear one word he said. Hell I didn’t hear one word watching you, just knowing what you were thinking about. — Vi Keeland

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love’s glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word —
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.
Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die — but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years …
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love’s glory, —
But my eyes were suddenly afraid. — Sara Teasdale

To love the one who loves you, To admire the one who admires you, In a word, to be the idol of one’s idol, Is exceeding the limit of human joy; It is stealing fire from heaven. — Delphine De Girardin

She didn’t say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn’t hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say. — Kami Garcia

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love. — Diana Gabaldon

There was only one four-lettered word having precedence over life itself and it was LOVE. — Faraaz Kazi

When it comes to giving thanks to God, there isn’t a card, a sentiment, a picture, or a word that can adequately express the gratitude in my heart. What can I say to the One who not only saved my life but who also adopted me into His family? How can I possibly express my thankfulness for His riches? How can I express my gratitude for His friendship and His healing touch? How does one find the words to thank Him for His unconditional love, unmerited favour, and forgiveness? Dictionaries and thesauruses can’t help me. All I can say is ‘Thank you, God’ with the hope that those humble words convey all that is in my heart. — Katherine J. Walden

Oh, come now, you two,» Lady Manston said, «surely it can be no surprise that I have long hoped for an alliance between the Rokesbys and Bridgertons.»
«Alliance?» Billie echoed, and all George could think was that it was a terrible, clinical word, one that could never encompass all that he had come to feel for her. — Julia Quinn

5:14 For the entire law is fulfilled by one word: «You shall love your neighbor as yourself.» 5:15 But if you bite and devour one another, be careful that you are not consumed by one another! 5:16 So then, I say: Walk in the spirit, and you will not fulfill the desires of the flesh. — Ronald L. Conte Jr.

I think … I should go home soon. Mom and Luke are probably going nuts. What about you?»
He shrugged, a casual lift of one shoulder. «You tell me. When I left Nevernever, I didn’t have any plans other than being with you. If you want me around, just say the word. — Julie Kagawa

Live your life by just one word and that is reciprocity. — Debasish Mridha

The gospel is absurd and the life of Jesus is meaningless unless we believe that He lived, died, and rose again with but one purpose in mind: to make brand-new creation. Not to make people with better morals but to create a community of prophets and professional lovers, men and women who would surrender to the mystery of the fire of the Spirit that burns within, who would live in ever greater fidelity to the omnipresent Word of God, who would enter into the center of it all, the very heart and mystery of Christ, into the center of the flame that consumes, purifies, and sets everything aglow with peace, joy, boldness, and extravagant, furious love. This, my friend, is what it really means to be a Christian. — Brennan Manning

The word listen in Latin is audire. If we listen with full attention in which we are totally geared to listen, it’s called ob-audire, and that’s where the word obedience comes from. Jesus is the obedient one. That means he is total ear, totally open to the love of God. And if we are closed, and to the degree that we are closed, we are surdus. That is the Latin word for deaf. The more «deaf» we get, the more absurdus — Henri J.M. Nouwen

I think the word dumbfounded is another one of those compounds I love to ponder. Only this one seems to make sense. It is like finding dumb. Like finding you are at a loss for words (completely amazed and astonished). At that very moment I was officially and irrevocably dumbfounded. There was no way to for me to explain what had just happened. — J.W. Lord

The problem with the word «vagina» is that vaginas seem to be just straight-out bad luck. Only a masochist would want one, because only awful things happen to them. Vaginas get torn. Vaginas get «examined.».. No. Let’s clear this up right now — I don’t actually have a vagina. I never have. I, personally, have a cunt. Cunt is a proper, old, historic, strong word, and it doubles up as the most potent swear word in the English language. Yeah. That’s how powerful it is, guys. If I tell you what I’ve got down there, old ladies and clerics might faint. I like how shocked people are when you say «cunt.» Compared to this, the most powerful swear word men have got out of their privates is «dick,» which is frankly vanilla. In a culture where nearly everything female is still seen as squeam-inducing and/or weak — menstruation, menopause, just the sheer, simple act of calling someone «a girl» — I love that «cunt» stands on its own, as the supreme, unvanquishable word. — Caitlin Moran

If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon
and please myself with, while my heart’s breaking. — Thomas Otway

I guess the answer would be yes.»
«Got to love that word.» He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. «Got it in you to say it again?»
And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee. — Cindy Gerard

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love. — Hafez

Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer. — Dark Jar Tin Zoo

If you boiled down the gospel to one word, it would be love. — Adam Hamilton

I know I found his lips and let him caress me without realizing that I, too, was crying and didn’t know why. That dawn, and all the ones that followed in the two weeks I spent with Julian, we made love to one another on the floor, never saying a word. Later, sitting in a cafe or strolling through the streets, I would look into his eyes and know, without any need to question him, that he still loved Penelope. I remember that during those days I learned to hate that seventeen-year-old girl (for Penelope was always seventeen to me) whom I had never met and who now haunted my dreams. I invented excuses for cabling Cabestany to prolong my stay. I no longer cared whether I lost my job or the grey existence I had left behind in Barcelona. I have often asked myself whether my life was so empty when I arrived in Paris that I fell into Julian’s arms — like Irene Marceau’s girls, who, despite themselves, craved for affection. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

It would have been so easy to believe every word he said and drive off with him into the moonlight like a scene from a fairy tale. But I wasn’t meant for happily ever after in my past life, and it was starting to seem like this one wouldn’t be any different. — Michelle Madow

You teach me now how cruel you’ve been — cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you — they’ll damn you. You loved me — what right had you to leave me? What right — answer me — for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart — you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you — Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave? — Emily Bronte

Death is like giving birth. Birth can be painful. Sometimes women die from giving birth. However, when the baby is born, all that pain (that was endured) vanishes in an instant. Love for that tiny baby makes one forget the pain, the fear. And as I’ve said before, love between mother and child is the highest experience, the closest to divine love.
You might wonder about the parallel I’m making between birth and death. But I say to you, the fear and pain accompanying an awful death is over quickly. Beyond that portal one is suddenly in the light, in oneness and bliss … Just as a woman heals rapidly after childbirth and then is able to fall in love with her baby, those who pass over also are able to fall in love with a new life.»-Kuan Yin (From «Oracle of Compassion: the Living Word of Kuan Yin — Hope Bradford

There’s a reason for the word heartbeat not be called beat of heart. The perfect woman only needs a good beat. The heart will follow. Emotions, when put in equilibrium with reason, create more miracles than any emotion, no matter how strong, deprived from reason. This is why it’s much easier to love a woman that can play the drums or any other instrument with rhythm, than one that believes in unreasonable magic, simply because there’s more magic in reason than in the lack of it. You see, loving someone that you truly want to love, someone you admire, someone you want to spend your time with, helping, sharing and growing together, makes much more sense than expecting someone to love you for no reason than your will, needs and desires. And when humans understand this, they will understand love, find it easily and never lose it again. — Robin Sacredfire

There’s always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it’s with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it’s one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again. — Douglas Adams

But in fact I was like Ossie, in this one regard: I was consumed by a helpless, often furious love for a ghost. Every rock on the island, every swaying tree branch or dirty dish in our house was like a word in a a sentence that I could read about my mother. All objects and events on our island, every single thing that you could see with your eyes, were like clues that I could use to reinvent her: would our mom love this thing, would she hate it? For a second I luxuriated in a real hatred of my brother. — Karen Russell

She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an inch taller than me, two with the ponytail; smooth cheeks and darling brown eyes that marbled in luscious contrast with her magnolia skin; cream, melting to peach, melting to pink. She beamed like a cherub without the baby fat; a tender neck; pristine lips that would never part for a dirty word. Her body
of no interest to me at the time
was wrapped from neck to toes with home-made footie pajamas, the kind they make for toddlers, but I didn’t laugh; the girl filled that silly one-piece ensemble as if it were couture. — Jake Vander Ark

What is he doing?» she finally whispered.
Bill appeared behind her and flitted around her shoulders. «Looks like he’s sleeping.»
«But why? I didn’t even know angels need to sleep-«
«Need isn’t the right word. They can sleep if they feel like it.Daniel always sleeps for days after you die.» Bill tossed his head,seeming to recall something unpleasant. «Okay,not always. Most of the time.Must be pretty taxing,to lose the one thing you love. Can you blame him?»
«S-sort of,» Luce stammered. «I’m the one who bursts into flames.»
«And he’s the one who’s left alone. The age-old question.Which is worse? — Lauren Kate

That’s one of the coolest things about being a racecar driver. Even if its one tweet a day, the platform allows me the opportunity to change someone’s life. That’s what we’re here for. When we’re struggling on the track, I try to take myself out of the situation and realize how small these earthly problems are. I love being able to spread the Word. That’s my main purpose in life. Driving in NASCAR is icing on the cake. — Tanner Berryhill

For the first time since she’d pieced her heart back together, she felt a small tug at one of the strings. She dropped her hands to her sides and took a step back. The one word she’d waited to hear could destroy her carefully constructed life.
«Don’t.»
Don’t make me forget. Don’t make it better. Don’t make me love you again.
— Autumn Haven — Rachel Gibson

Just one word, infused with naked desperation; half prayer, half enchantment. It felt like a freezing charm on her soul making her his prisoner, yet setting her free all at once. — Genevieve Dewey

The children are in love but do not know with what. They talk in gibberish, muse themselves into an indefinable pallor, and when they are completely at a loss they invent a language that maddens them. My fish. My hook. My fox. My snare. My fire. You my water. You my current. My earth. You my if. And you my but. Either. Or. My everything … my everything … They push one another, go for each other with their fists and scuffle over a counter-word that doesn’t exist. — Ingeborg Bachmann

I have never thought you weren’t good enough for me. The fear I always had, deep down in my heart, is that I’m not good enough for you.»
Murmurs of astonishment rippled through the room but he didn’t seem to notice.
«You see, I was never the one who could make you laugh.» He glanced at Lawrence, then back at her.
«I was never the one who made coronets of rosebuds for your hair and told you that you were pretty.»
He swallowed hard, and his chin lifted a notch, telling her as clearly as any word how difficult it was for him to reveal himself this way.
«I always wanted to say those things, do those things, but I couldn’t, for a gentleman is not supposed to behave that way. A gentleman is not supposed to fall in love with the chef’s daughter. But right now, today, I don’t give a damn what gentlemen do. I’m just a man, and the only thing I care about is you. — Laura Lee Guhrke

The way he said her name made my heart cramp. In all my years of word collecting, I’ve learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. I think that’s one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person’s mouth. When you know they’ll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time. — Natalie Lloyd

I have not had one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to me, «This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.»
I said, «Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
«If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
«all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
«myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
«while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song … — Sappho

Neither of us had anything to say, or rather we had everything to say, but after all those nights of not saying a word, we suddenly found we had not one dollar of time left between us. — David Mitchell

Did you know there are 32 names for love in one of the Eskimo language? And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn’t that a shame we don’t have more ways to say it. — Sue Monk Kidd

I don’t just love you. It’s like the word I want to use hasn’t been invented yet. Maybe it’s because no one’s ever felt this type of love before. Maybe I’m the first to feel it. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. But those words
I love you
they just don’t seem like enough. Not anymore. — Jay McLean

Every ordinary thing in your life is a word of God’s love: your home, your work, the clothes you wear, the air you breathe, the food you eat … the flowers under your feet are the courtesy of God’s heart flung down on You! All these things say one thing only: «See how I love you.» — Caryll Houselander

The word «jealousy» is often used as if it were synonymous with envy; but I think the distinction worth preserving. Jealousy is predominantly concerned with the fear of loss of something one possesses, envy with the wish to own something another possesses. Othello suffers from the fear that he has lost Desdemona’s love. Iago suffers from envy of the position held by Cassio, to which he feels entitled. — Anthony Storr

That reminds me of a song,» said Emilia. The women laughed; the men groaned. But the fire was blazing and the night was long, and folk will want entertainment after the tedium of a day’s work. Emilia’s song detailed the amorous adventures of a water horse who fell in love — if love was the right word — with a series of young women who passed beside the lake in which the creature dwelled and from which he emerged in the form of a good-looking young man of exactly the right sort to catch a young woman’s fancy. She had a clear voice and a pleasing timbre, and every local knew the chorus, whose euphemisms about mounting and galloping embarrassed me. We did not sing these sorts of songs in the Barahal house. Rory caught right on and sang the chorus as if born to it. In the laughter and pounding of tables that followed, I said, to no one in particular, «I thought kelpies drowned and then devoured their victims!» The words, innocently spoken, only caused the gathered folk to laugh even — Kate Elliott

When he reached her, he touched a hand to her face. Smiled. «Important. That’s one word. Everything. That’s another. Loved,» he said, adding the most important word of all. «God, Darcy, you are so loved. — Cindy Gerard

Oh Beck, I love reading your e-mail. Learning your life. And I am careful; I always mark new messages unread so that you won’t get alarmed. My good fortune doesn’t stop there; You prefer e-mail. You don’t like texting. So this means that I am not missing out on all that much communication. You wrote an «essay» for some blog in which you stated that «e-mails last forever. You can search for any word at any time and see everything you ever said to anyone about that one word. Texts go away.» I love you for wanting a record. I love your records for being so accessible and I’m so full of you, your calendar of caloric intake and hookups and menstrual moments, your self-portraits you don’t publish, your recipes and exercises. You will know me soon too, I promise. — Caroline Kepnes

I think love and sex are separate and only vaguely similar. Like the word bear and the word bare. You can get in trouble mistaking one for the other. — Harlan Ellison

Finally, to hinder the description of illness in literature, there is the poverty of the language. English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache. It has all grown one way. The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her; but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry. There is nothing ready made for him. He is forced to coin words himself, and, taking his pain in one hand, and a lump of pure sound in the other (as perhaps the people of Babel did in the beginning), so to crush them together that a brand new word in the end drops out. Probably it will be something laughable. — Virginia Woolf

But. All I could focus on was that one word: Why was there always a but? My parents swore up and down that they would love me no matter what, and yet the but sent me sliding down a rabbit hole, appearing in my mind like miles of quicksand before I could get to the love they were promising. — Kate Fagan. — Gregory Montoya

You know I meant it. I am human. And male. And not remotely blind. Do you want me to say it again? You are distractingly, even if-that-is-not-a-real-word pretty. You are so pretty that I bullied Clay Whitaker into drawing me a picture of you so I could look at you when you aren’t around. You are so pretty that one of these days I’m going to lose a finger in my garage because I can’t concentrate with you so close to me. You are so pretty that I wish you weren’t so I wouldn’t want to hit every guy at school who looks at you, especially my best friend. — Katja Millay

Although, fanciful’s origin circa 1627 made me still love the word, even if I’d ruined its applicability to my connection with Snarl. (I mean DASH!) Like, I could totally see Mrs. Mary Poppencock returning home to her cobblestone hut with the thatched roof in Thamesburyshire, Jolly Olde England, and saying to her husband, «Good sir Bruce, would it not be wonderful to have a roof that doesn’t leak when it rains on our green shires, and stuff?» And Sir Bruce Poppencock would have been like, «I say, missus, you’re very fanciful with your ideas today.» To which Mrs. P. responded, «Why, Master P., you’ve made up a word! What year is it? I do believe it’s circa 1627! Let’s carve the year
we think
on a stone so no one forgets. Fanciful! Dear man, you are a genius. I’m so glad my father forced me to marry you and allow you to impregnate me every year. — Rachel Cohn

Griddle cakes, pancakes, hot cakes, flapjacks: why are there four names for grilled batter and only one word for love? — George Carlin

#1. We repeat the shout of the Universe. You and I blend together. You are one word and I am another. — Author: Robin Rumi

#2. I never thought Id have a family again, and now Im going to get to be a part of a big, kind, supportive one. Its like things have been so hard, but suddenly they have the potential to be really good. I turn to gaze at Lea, wanting to remember every detail, every word and touch and moment with her. — Author: Love Maia

#3. I’m drawn to almost any piece of writing with the words ‘divine love’ and ‘impeachment’ in the first sentence. But I know the word ‘divine’ makes many progressive people run screaming for their cute little lives, and so one hesitates to use it. — Author: Anne Lamott

#4. Please. It’s one word, but the way I say it means so much more. Please don’t say anything. Please don’t look at me. Please don’t hurt me. Please just stay away. Please. — Author: Carey Heywood

#5. You ask me why I don’t speak
Not a word at will
But write so much worth well over a mill’
Well I value words like I value kisses
A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart
Darling it’s how it mends it — Author: Criss Jami

#6. For God’s sake, let’s take the word ‘possess’ and put a brick round its neck and drown it … We can’t possess one another. We can only give and hazard all we have. — Author: Dorothy L. Sayers

#7. Love. The wide sea that one word conjures up, all the currents and tides and storms and oily swells of it. — Author: Rosie Thomas

#8. We are one … alone … and only … and we love you who are one … alone … and only. We looked into each other’s eyes and we knew the breath of a miracle had touched us, and fled, and left us groping vainly. And we felt torn, torn for some word we could not find. — Author: Ayn Rand

#9. The Holy Prophet Mohammed came into this world and taught us: ‘That man is a Muslim who never hurts anyone by word or deed, but who works for the benefit and happiness of God’s creatures. Belief in God is to love one’s fellow men.’ — Author: Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan

#10. The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word ‘love’. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life. — Author: Lydia M. Child

#11. I guess the answer would be yes.»
«Got to love that word.» He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. «Got it in you to say it again?»
And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee. — Author: Cindy Gerard

#12. Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer. — Author: Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#13. The word ‘love’ designates a subjective condition in which the welfare and happiness of another person are essential to one’s own happiness. — Author: Robert A. Heinlein

#14. I love you too, I’ve always loved you,» she said, finally. Then there was nothing left to tell, but the one word that made his dark eyes light up, brighter than any moon. «I always will, my Tigerlily. — Author: Charlotte Stein

#15. One word
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love. — Author: Sophocles

#16. I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love. — Author: Diana Gabaldon

#17. She didn’t say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn’t hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say. — Author: Kami Garcia

#18. Whenever you remember me, now or hereafter, one word you must remember: God only lives in cozy homes. Man without a cozy home is a man without God. And coziness is the relationship between you and your purity, your piety and your principles to which you have agreed. — Author: Harbhajan Singh Yogi

#19. Someone has written, Love is a verb. It requires doing -not just saying and thinking. The test is in what one does, how one acts, for love is conveyed in word and deed. — Author: David B. Haight

#20. My father was a minister for 50 years (with) Pentecostal Church of God in Christ. We prayed about everything, every day, then he always said, «Amen. God is love.» I thought God is love was one word. Like «Godislove.» And it took me a long time to learn what that really meant. — Author: Denzel Washington

#21. I was aware that I was acting atrociously but I couldn’t stop myself. Rarely had I behaved in such a manner. But I guess when we’re feeling lonely in life, we attack those who actually do love us. It’s one of the things that characterizes human nature and can be summed up in one word: FLAWED. — Author: Jonathan Ames

#22. Love is manifested not only through the distribution of one’s possessions, but even moreso through the spreading of the word of God and helpful deeds. — Author: Maximus The Confessor

#23. Let it be the one business of my life to glorify Thee by every word of my tongue, by every work of my hand, by professing Thy truth, and by engaging all men, so far as in me lies, to glorify and love Thee. — Author: Barbara Hughes

#24. How many a knot of mystery and misunderstanding would be untied by one word spoken in simple and confiding truth of heart! How many a solitary place would be made glad if love were there, and how many a dark dwelling would be filled with light! — Author: Orville Dewey

#25. Love is many things. It’s every raw human emotion rolled up into one messy four letter word. There’s no rule book and definitely no guarantees. — Author: J.L. Berg

#26. 5:14 For the entire law is fulfilled by one word: «You shall love your neighbor as yourself.» 5:15 But if you bite and devour one another, be careful that you are not consumed by one another! 5:16 So then, I say: Walk in the spirit, and you will not fulfill the desires of the flesh. — Author: Ronald L. Conte Jr.

#27. In the lower half of one wall, she has traced the word so many times in such enormous script — LOVE, each letter the size of a child — and gouged so deeply into the stone that the O has formed a tunnel, and she has gotten out. — Author: Lauren Oliver

#28. In love, as in life, one misheard word can be tremendously important. If you tell someone you love them, for instance, you must be absolutely certain that they have replied «I love you back» and not «I love your back» before you continue the conversation. — Author: Lemony Snicket

#29. There’s always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it’s with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it’s one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again. — Author: Douglas Adams

#30. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way
listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos … .Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that’s real love. — Author: Taylor Swift

#31. When I ask, «Tell me the first word that comes to your mind when I say Christian,» not one time has someone suggested the word love. Yet without question that is the proper biblical answer. — Author: Philip Yancey

#32. I said only one word, brought only one message: Love. Love — nothing else. — Author: Nikos Kazantzakis

#33. I might have been afraid that if I really loved someone and needed her, one day she might suddenly disappear without a word, and I’d be left all alone. — Author: Haruki Murakami

#34. For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine’s Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T — that’s a bad word that doesn’t go with L-O-V-E. — Author: Matthew McConaughey

#35. One word, that’s all you said and something in your voice caused me to turn my head. Your smile just captured me. — Author: Kenny Chesney

#36. I love to think about chance — about how one little overheard word, one pebble in a shoe, can change the universe. — Author: Anne Tyler

#37. I don’t just love you. It’s like the word I want to use hasn’t been invented yet. Maybe it’s because no one’s ever felt this type of love before. Maybe I’m the first to feel it. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. But those words
I love you
they just don’t seem like enough. Not anymore. — Author: Jay McLean

#38. You are loved and cherished. You have nothing to fear. There is nothing you can do wrong. If I had to boil this entire message down to one sentence, it would run this way: You are loved. And if I had to boil it down further, to just one word, it would (of course) be, simply: Love. — Author: Eben Alexander

#39. To love the one who loves you, To admire the one who admires you, In a word, to be the idol of one’s idol, Is exceeding the limit of human joy; It is stealing fire from heaven. — Author: Delphine De Girardin

#40. By walking in his spiritual life, the Christian will experience growing in his faith, becoming a holy person, understanding more the Word of God, being able to love one’s neighbour more, to do acts of mercy and experience more the light of God. — Author: George Calleja

#41. The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man’s intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one. — Author: Franz Kafka

#42. A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas! — Author: John Greenleaf Whittier

#43. That a woman’s happiness does not come through man’s glory and honour, nor through his generosity and affection, but through love that unites both of their hearts and affections, making them one member of life’s body and one word upon the lips of God. — Author: Kahlil Gibran

#44. It has been hard, I know, my daughters, but one word alone wipes out all of the hardships: love. — Author: Sophocles

#45. One word frees us all the weight and pain of life:
That word is Love.
-Sophocles — Author: Anne Gracie

#46. Sanskrit has different words to describe love for a brother or sister, love for a teacher, love for a partner, love for one’s friends, love of nature, and so on. English has only one word, which leads to never-ending confusion. — Author: Sharon Salzberg

#47. I hope one day it won’t matter who you’re in love with. Gender is just a word. LOVE is beautiful. labels are for assholes. don’t ever stop being yourselves. — Author: Jeffree Star

#48. With his two hands he props up his jaw. He passes without a word. Perhaps he does not see me. One of these days I’ll challenge him. I’ll say, I don’t know, I’ll say something, I’ll think of something when the time comes. — Author: Samuel Beckett

#49. Hubris, n.
Every time I call you mine, I feel like I’m forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I’m reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power. — Author: David Levithan

#50. Just one word, infused with naked desperation; half prayer, half enchantment. It felt like a freezing charm on her soul making her his prisoner, yet setting her free all at once. — Author: Genevieve Dewey

#51. One of my most precious possessions is my memory of a home in which love was supreme, in which I cannot recall ever a cross word having passed between father and mother. We all owe such a blessing to our children. — Author: David O. McKay

#52. As long as love is «blind» — that is, as long as it does not see a whole being — it does not yet truly stand under the basic word of relation. Hatred remains blind by its very nature; one can hate only part of a being. — Author: Martin Buber

#53. DESIREE: Don’t forget, Madame, that love is a perpetual juggling of three balls. Their names are heart, word and sex. How easily these three balls can be juggled, and how easily one of them can be dropped. — Author: Ingmar Bergman

#54. She bombarded me with breeze and blossoms;left a flirtatious smile; provoked me to say the most beautiful word in the world. Then … She said ‘no’ and started breezing the next one!! — Author: Nelson Jack

#55. We each have words for «love» in our languages. What would the world look like if we acted on that one word for humanity’s sake? — Author: Julie Saffrin

#56. You are a story. do not become a word. one word. because you want to be loved. love does not ask you to be nothing for something. — Author: Nayyirah Waheed

#57. If one has fear, there can be no initiative in the creative sense of the word. To have initiative in this sense is to do something original — to do it spontaneously, naturally, without being guided, forced, controlled. It is to do something which you love to do. — Author: Jiddu Krishnamurti

#58. Neither of us had anything to say, or rather we had everything to say, but after all those nights of not saying a word, we suddenly found we had not one dollar of time left between us. — Author: David Mitchell

#59. The love of God should electrify us, push us to hunger, and stir a fiery passion in our bones that cannot be quenched. Consistent lack of emotion in our spiritual walk can often be defined in one simple word: complacency. — Author: John Crowder

#60. a kiss is just a kiss till its with the one you love.
a hug is just a hug till its with the one your thinking of.

a dream is just a dream till you make it come true.
and love is just a word till its priven to you.. — Author: Heather Reed

#61. For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. — Author: Marie De France

#62. As for those whose role it is to love us — I mean, relatives and in-laws (what a word)- It’s a different tune. They find the right word, but it’s usually the one that wounds. — Author: Albert Camus

#63. True love was a language, so many looks, touches and one word references that told the other more than full sentences of paragraphs, more than full outpourings of speech.
Our language was extensive and beautiful, and over a joyful lifetime together, we stayed fluent in it. — Author: R.K. Lilley

#64. ‘Passion’ a word which involves so many feelings. I feel it when we touch; I feel it when we kiss; I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion; my one true love. — Author: Samuel Richardson

#65. A powerful truth is that if we love the Lord, love His Word, love His people, and love one another, we won’t want to gossip. — Author: Elizabeth George

#66. There was only one four-lettered word having precedence over life itself and it was LOVE. — Author: Faraaz Kazi

#67. Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover. Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth. — Author: Shekhar Kapur

#68. For to love is to give what one is, his very being, in the most absolute, the most brazenly metaphysical, the least phenomenalizable sense of this word. — Author: Jacques Maritain

#69. This one word «Love» has revolutionized the whole planet in an evolutionary way. Without this, none of us might have been born. — Author: Abhijit Naskar

#70. I am sure that no one coming to this ceremony expected a High Court judge to use the occasion to talk about that four-letter word, love. But that’s a good thing. In life, never be predictable. It’s so uncool. — Author: Michael Kirby

#71. No! he wanted to cry out. No, Tania, please come back. What can I leave her with, what can I say, what one word can I leave with her, for her? What one word for my wife?
«Tatiasha,» Alexander called after her. God, what was the curator’s name … ?
She glanced back.
«Remember Orbeli- — Author: Paullina Simons

#72. Delirium: «What’s the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you’ve actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?»
Dream: «There isn’t one.»
Delirium: «Oh. I thought maybe there was. — Author: Neil Gaiman

#73. Good. Or instead, what if I just told you that I love you?» Payton gazed
into his eyes. «What would you say, J. D. Jameson, if I told you that?»
J.D. smiled. He touched his forehead to Payton’s, closed his eyes, and
answered her with one word.
«Finally. — Author: Julie James

#74. One word can change your life forever.
I love you
I hate you
Think about it — Author: Alan Macmillan Orr

#75. Son, don’t mind what’s missing. Count allthat’s free: friendship, laughter, all thelove your heart can carry, and time — count time. — Author: Nikki Grimes

#76. If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon
and please myself with, while my heart’s breaking. — Author: Thomas Otway

#77. It would have been so easy to believe every word he said and drive off with him into the moonlight like a scene from a fairy tale. But I wasn’t meant for happily ever after in my past life, and it was starting to seem like this one wouldn’t be any different. — Author: Michelle Madow

#78. I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and relevatory-here is the full chaos of life. An amazing talent. — Author: Janet Fitch

#79. The one who is truly born again will love the Word of God. — Author: R.A. Torrey

#80. If hate, the antonym of love, is one strong word that we all know it exist but despise, why do people like playing with LOVE like it’s nonentity? — Author: PK Gyewu Akrofi

#81. She was convinced a word existed, a noun, that meant the loss of feelings for someone who was formerly loved — a word for the act of falling out of love. I said I couldn’t think of it. It wasn’t in the dictionary either, not the one she wanted. — Author: Olivia Sudjic

#82. The source of love is deep in us and we can help others realize a lot of happiness. One word, one action, one thought can reduce another person’s suffering and bring that person joy. — Author: Nhat Hanh

#83. Marriage couple represent one heavenly being. — Author: Lailah Gifty Akita

#84. Live your life by just one word and that is reciprocity. — Author: Debasish Mridha

#85. Love; n.; (luhv), The emotion of something unexplainable. A word so powerful, it’s hard to find meaning in any dictionary. Just be glad you found it. (eg: The world shall love someday) — Author: No One

#86. A song fluttered down in the form of a dove,
And it bore me a message, the one word-Love! — Author: Paul Laurence Dunbar

#87. Griddle cakes, pancakes, hot cakes, flapjacks: why are there four names for grilled batter and only one word for love? — Author: George Carlin

#88. For every romantic possiblity, no matter how robust, there exists at least one equal and opposite sentence, phrase, or word capable of extinguishing it. — Author: Malcolm Gladwell

#89. No holy place existed without us then,
no woodland, no dance, no sound.
Beyond all hope, I prayed those timeless
days we spent might be made twice as long.
I prayed one word: I want.
Someone, I tell you, will remember us,
even in another time. — Author: Sappho

#90. Promise One: Love and listen to my father. This whole time I’ve been obeying his every word, following all the rules, saying all the right things. But I never did what he really wanted all along.
Because I was never really listening. — Author: Jackson Pearce

#91. One of the greatest testimonials to God’s love is His provision of His Word. — Author: Max Anders

#92. After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me? … I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept — as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you! — Author: Stephenie Meyer

#93. If you boiled down the gospel to one word, it would be love. — Author: Adam Hamilton

#94. Love is being able to talk to someone else without effort, without hiding, and at the same time to feel absolutely comfortable not saying a word. At least that’s one way I’ve figured out hot to describe love. — Author: Viet Thanh Nguyen

#95. If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love? — Author: Mike Gayle

#96. Every ordinary thing in your life is a word of God’s love: your home, your work, the clothes you wear, the air you breathe, the food you eat … the flowers under your feet are the courtesy of God’s heart flung down on You! All these things say one thing only: «See how I love you.» — Author: Caryll Houselander

#97. But at this moment, this one word feels like the answer to every question:

You. — Author: Julie Eshbaugh

#98. god, they say, is love. and some one’s got to pass the word. — Author: Richard Farina

#99. A film is like a battleground. It’s love, hate, action, violence, death — In one word, emotions. — Author: Samuel Fuller

#100. Religion is not knowledge. Religion is love. The word ‘religion’ comes from a root which means binding together — falling into love, becoming one. — Author: Rajneesh

Table of Contents

• 1 Love Sayings for Budding Romance
• 2 Love Sayings for Married Couples
• 3 Love Sayings for Learning to Love Again
• 4 Love Sayings for Him or Her
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