Spread love everywhere you go first of all in your own home. Give love to your children to your wife or husband to a next door neighbor . . . Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of Gods kindness kindness in your face kindness in your eyes kindness in your smile kindness in your warm greeting.
We think youll find that every woman in her heart of hearts longs for three things to be romanced to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure and to unveil beauty. Thats what makes a woman come alive.
Theres always that one guy who gets a hold on you. Not like your best friends brother who gets you in a headlock kind of hold. Or the little kid youre babysitting who attaches himself to your leg kind of hold. Im talking epic. Life changing. The cant eat cant sleep cant do your homework cant stop giggling cant remember anything but his smile kind of hold. Like Wesley and Buttercup proportions. Harry and Sally. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The kind of hold in all your favorite 80s songs like the Must Have Been Loves the Take My Breath Aways the Eternal Flamesthe ones you sing into a hairbrush-microphone at the top of your lungs with your best friends on a Saturday night.
Blue jeans white shirtWalked into the room you know you made my eyes burnIt was like James Dean for sureYoure so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancerYou were sorta punk rock I grew up on hip hopBut you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I knowThat love is mean and love hurtsBut I still remember that day we met in december oh babyI will love you til the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise youll remember that youre mineBaby can you see through the tearsLove you moreThan those bitches beforeSay youll remember oh baby say youll rememberI will love you til the end of timeBig dreams gangsterSaid you had to leave to start your life overI was like No please stay hereWe dont need no money we can make it all workBut he headed out on sunday said hed come home mondayI stayed up waitin anticipatin and pacinBut he was chasing paperCaught up in the game that was the last I heardI will love you til the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise youll remember that youre mineBaby can you see through the tearsLove you moreThan those bitches beforeSay youll remember oh baby say youll rememberI will love you til the end of timeYou went out every nightAnd baby thats alrightI told you that no matter what you did Id be by your sideCause Imma ride or dieWhether you fail or flyWell shit at least you tried.But when you walked out that door a piece of me diedI told you I wanted more-but thats not what I had in mindI just want it like beforeWe were dancing all nightThen they took you away-stole you out of my lifeYou just need to remember....I will love you til the end of timeI would wait a million yearsPromise youll remember that youre mineBaby can you see through the tearsLove you moreThan those bitches beforeSay youll remember oh baby say youll rememberI will love you til the end of time
Love I need a lot of love.Of course you do. Everyone does. Its funny that we never say it. Its OK to scream Im starving in public if you are hungry its OK to make a fuss and say Im so sleepy if you are tired but somehow we cannot say I need some more love. Why cant we say it Its just as basic a need. - ONE NIGHT THE CALL CENTER Chapter 36 pages 293-4
EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love diedIt is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tideA little tepid poolDrying inward from the edge.
Think how you love me she whispered. I dont ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me therell always be the person I am to-night.
She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine the most potent sanity- destroying substance in the universe.
True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves her and he will never speak of it.
Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memoryintense love secret nights and permanent kissesthe fragment of public or private happiness.A few the wolves collected thighsother men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes locomotives numbers.For me happiness was to share singingpraising cursing crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad waysmy life had no use on earth.
15. WHENEVER I WENT OUT TO PLAY MY MOTHER WANTED TO KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I WAS GOING TO BEWhen Id come in shed call me into her bedroom take me in her arms and cover me with kisses. Shed stroke my hair and say I love you so much and when I sneezed shed say Bless you you know how much I love you dont you and when I got up for a tissue shed say Let me get that for you I love you so much and when I looked for a pen to do my homework shed say Use mine anything for you and when I had an itch on my leg shed say Is this the spot let me hug you and when I said I was going up to my room shed call after me What can I do for you I love you so much and I always wanted to say but never said Love me less.
To me you are a work of art and I would give you my heart - thats if I had one.
So I would choose to be with youThats if the choice were mine to makeBut you can make decisions tooAnd you can have this heart to break
Nobody dies from the lack of sex. Its lack of love we die from.
This was why people got mated Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no could walk on-and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down no match could torch up no passage of years could degrade.That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this.
Once long ago in her world a sunny day in spring was her favorite but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love.Sunshine on ice.She warms his frost. He cools her fever.
...to be in a relationship with God is to be loved purely and furiously. And a person who thinks himself unlovable cannot be in a relationship with God because he cant accept who God is a Being that is love. We learn that we are lovable or unlovable from other people...That is why God tells us so many times to love each other.
Well its simple to love someone she said. But its hard to know when you need to say it out loud.
There is nothing so rewarding as to make people realize that they are worthwhile in this world.
Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didnt give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together and then about myself again. It was the age that time of life when every sight every feeling every thought came back like a boomerang to me. And worse I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind.