Top 1200 Love Never Dies Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

I think a relationship is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward or it dies.

As president, Clinton will continue to oppose TPP until it dies.

We're not like Alice In Chains where somebody dies and the band breaks up.

The young reed dies so easily. Beginnings are times of great peril.

Style, is like a frog: you can dissect the thing, but it somehow dies in the process.

Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.

If I convert it's because it's better that a believer dies than that an atheist does.

Each time a friend dies, the present becomes the past, in an instant.

For children love is a feeling; for adults, it is a decision. Children wait to learn if their love is true by seeing how long it lasts; adults make their love true by never wavering from their commitment.

That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don’t know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it – the total passion for the total height – you’re incapable of anything less.

That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.

Awareness neither dies nor is re-born. It is the changeless reality itself.

Each time one of the medicine men dies, it's as if a library has burned down.

They've never written a love story for me since I've been on the show and I think there's just more weight to it when two people love each other.

Never think I have abandoned you. When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you. My love is yours forever.

Every time an idiot dies, your IQ goes down.

I always cry when Mufasa dies in 'The Lion King.' I just can't handle it.

Love is saying you're sorry. It's the opposite of those cherub posters that say, 'Love is never having to say you're sorry.' Wrong! Love is three sorrys a day. If you haven't met that quota, something's wrong.

In that film Love Story, there's a line, "Love means never having to say you're sorry." That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. Love means saying you're sorry every day for some little thing or other.

Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.

Then he releases a dove and dies while sitting in a rain storm

The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.

The coward dies a thousand deaths — the brave man only 500.

Romance dies hard, because its very nature is to want to live.

There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.

He who is completely sanctified, or cleansed from all sin, and dies in this state, is fit for glory.

I think that if the Postal Service dies, it will be the end of democracy as we know it.

Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.

It is easy to love perfection. The difficulty consists in loving the human with his good and bad. We mostly know as much as we love. Only loving God but not its creatures, you can never really know, neither really love.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

She is convinced that when language dies, out of carelessness, disuse, indifference and absence of esteem, or killed by fiat, not only she herself, but all users and makers are accountable for its demise. In her country children have bitten their tongues off and use bullets instead to iterate the voice of speechlessness, of disabled and disabling language, of language adults have abandoned altogether as a device for grappling with meaning, providing guidance, or expressing love.

Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!

Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.

Enchanted worlds still exist because the child within us never dies. The doorways may be more obscure, but we can still seek them out. There are still noble adventures to undertake. There are still trees that speak and caverns that lead to nether realms. There will always be faeries and elves within nature because they will always be dancing in our hearts.

When a man dies, and his kin are glad of it, they say, "He is better off."

Stand-up comedy is an art form and it dies unless you expand it.

I've felt love from certain songs that I've wanted to experience from other people - where I know that love may never happen - and I want to give that to someone else.

We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.

"Come at once," she had written to him. "Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once"

One of the many quotes on love..."Love can come only with time and sentience. We learn it as we learn language--and some never learn it well. Love is like a tool, though it is not a tool; something strange and wonderful to use, difficult to master, and mysterious in its provenance.

But while I'd be their daughter, while I'd eat the roast and come home from dates and wash the dishes, I would also be myself. I would love my mother, but I'd never want to be her again. I would never be what someone else wanted me to be. I would never laugh at a joke I didn't think was funny. I would never tell another lie. I would be the truth-teller, starting today. That would be tough. But I was tougher.

Perhaps people don't come into their true maturity until a parent dies.

Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

...a man does not die for words. He dies for his relation to them.

...and it is also possible, that Saadat Hasan dies, but Manto remains alive.

What is precious is never to forget, The delight of the blood drawn from ancient springs, Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth; Never to deny its pleasure in the simple morning light, Nor its grave evening demand for love; Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother, With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

My love for sports will never die. I love martial arts and I want to promote it in whichever way I can. I am a fighter first, then an actor.

I am curious to see what happens in the next world to one who dies unshriven.

Hollywood's old trick: repeat a successful formula until it dies.

Egotism is such a terrible disease, he dies, to be reincarnated he continues coming and going.

Love is never static, but always evolving. Love is simultaneously random and ordered, so intangible and yet a part of everything, and when we attempt to limit it or categorize it, we get into trouble.

To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

When you co-operate with an injustice, then a little bit of your spirit dies.

Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.