Top 1200 Our Love Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world-Nature-is the only means by which we can requite God's obvious love for it.

Loving ourselves is about acceptance, not always liking and feeling comfortable. In the same way I love my fiancé, I love him but don't always like his behavior. I don't always like what he says. But I accept him. I accept him because of these things. It doesn't mean I don't want our relationship to grow or progress. But I don't feel the need to change him. When I accept him for him, we grow naturally, and the same for our own self-love.

The true way to render ourselves happy is to love our work and find in it our pleasure.

The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.

It is Love that will save our world and our civilization.

I knew that was really the only purpose of life: to be our self, live our truth, and be the love that we are.

Religion has nothing to do with compassion; it is our love for God that is the main thing because we have all been created for the sole purpose to love and be loved.

Our own self-love draws a thick veil between us and our faults.

Peace, unity, love, and nonviolence should be our rallying cry and the catalyst for change in our nation.

The only way to eliminate war is to love our children more than we hate our enemies.

Unless those of us who love our wives (and thus, our lives) make a conscious change to the way we speak of them, unless we begin choosing to elevate and praise our spouses instead of denigrate, we will be letting an incredibly corrosive, self-perpetuating societal meme destroy the very institution that defines our lives.

Our early lessons in love and our developmental history shape the expectations we bring into marriage.

In order to deserve, we must pay our dues and steadily work for perfection. We must relish in struggle, and relinquish pride. We must dispel fear and seek enlightenment. We must shun division and honor love. We must know our hearts and seek to understand others. We must try, live, create, feel, grow and love.

We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.

Love is the grounding of our existence as humans and is the basic emotioning in our systemic identity as human beings.

He [Jesus] has no need of our works but only of our love.

As ephemeral as our footprints were in the sand along the river, so also were those moments of childhood caught in the photographs. And so will be our family itself, our marriage, the children who enriched it and the love that has carried us through so much. All this will be gone. What we hope will remain are these pictures, telling our brief story.

We all go about longing for love: it is the first need of our natures, the loudest cry of our hearts.

This is our Lord’s will, that our prayer and our trust be both alike large. For if we trust not as much as we pray, we do not full worship to our Lord in our prayer, and also we tarry and pain our self. The cause is, as I believe, that we know not truly that our Lord is Ground on whom our prayer springeth; and also that we know not that it is given us by the grace of His love. For if we knew this, it would make us to trust to have, of our Lord’s gift, all that we desire. For I am sure that no man asketh mercy and grace with true meaning, but if mercy and grace be first given to him.

...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

Embracing our dark side gives us a new found freedom to be with the darkness in others. For when I can love all of me, I will love all of you.

In our human lives, we are often impatient, ill-tempered, inappropriate. We find it difficult to treat our intimates with the love we really hold for them. Despite this, they bear with us because of the larger, higher level of family that they honor even in our outbursts. This is their commitment.

[Jesus] said that they will know we are Christians - not by our bumper stickers and T-shirts - but by our love.

Our Heavenly Father does bless us when we show our love for Him in all things.

our love for the dead, like a floating iceberg, can only be measured by the depths of our resentments.

The lightt of love flows out of our soul, but often it is blocked by our fear to show it.

When it comes to love, maturity often gets a bad rap - second love is boring; it's practical. It's what our parents feel for each other.

Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.

I testify to you that our promised blessings are beyond measure. Though the storm clouds may gather, though the rains may pour down upon us, our knowledge of the gospel and our love of our Heavenly Father and Savior will comfort and sustain us and bring joy to our hearts as we walk uprightly and keep the commandments. There will be nothing in this world that can defeat us.

Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner..., things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives.

But for failing love on our part, therefore is all our travail.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then. We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness. Jealousy we understood and thought natural--a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.

My advice to writers: thank goodness we can revise and adjust and tighten and rethink before going public with our words. Revision is our friend. Our best friend. I love revision.

I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.

Love measures our stature: the more we love, the bigger we are. There is no smaller package in all the world than that of a man all wrapped up in himself.

[All the ancient wisdom] tells us that work is necessary to us, as much a part of our condition as mortality; that good work is our salvation and our joy; that shoddy or dishonest or self-serving work is our curse and our doom. We have tried to escape the sweat and sorrow promised in Genesis - only to find that, in order to do so, we must forswear love and excellence, health and joy. (pg. 44, "The Unsettling of America")

Remember that our Heavenly Father and our Savior, Jesus Christ, know you best and love you the most.

I love my dad. There is no doubt about that. He is a wonderful man and a good person. Like many father/son relationships, we have our struggles, our misunderstandings, and our miscommunications. We are very different people, but also very similar at the same time.

Our family love is so special, and I truly believe it is due to our work and dedication to communication and patience.

The saints are sinners still. Our best tears need to be wept over, the strongest faith is mixed with unbelief, our most flaming love is cold compared with what Jesus deserves, and our intensest zeal still lacks the full fervor which the bleeding wounds and pierced heart of the crucified might claim at our hands. Our best things need a sin offering, or they would condemn us.

We should always choose to work with people we love. They are the ones who will watch our back and our future.

What a cruel thing war is... to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors.

I just love biography, and I'm fascinated by people who have shifted our destinies or our points of view.

I think that our view of love and family informs our work, the way we empathize with people.

I think we've all got a mirror man in our life - male, female, it's someone who love themselves before they can love anyone else.

I thought that what I felt for you was right," Luce said. "I loved you until it hurt me, until our love was consumed by your pride and rage. The thing you called love made me disappear. So I had to stop loving." She Paused. "Our adoration never diminished the Throne, but your love diminished me. I never meant to hurt you. I only meant to stop you from hurting me.

Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.

We are … the un-proud non-possessors of objects whose chief substance is that of the transient symbol. Our Puritan fear of the love of things turns out to have been groundless after all, for we do not love things or even possess them: they pass through our lives as barium passes through the digestive tract, unassimilated, their function merely to flash signals along the way.

Our barriers to love are rarely consciously chosen. They are our efforts to protect the places where the heart is bruised.

As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves.

He looked at her. “We’re meant to be together…” “And this is exactly what I mean.” “Our love is written in the stars.” “And there you go again.” “I love you.” “You bore me.

We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all: Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love. The freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us!

The reality is our story and the way we love and our taste in clothing and everything else. And what we ambitiously feel we can be.

The measure of our love for others can largely be determined by the frequency and earnestness of our prayers for them.

We all know what it's like to want to have that support from our family members and the people that we love, especially our parents.

It's our job as followers of Christ to love our brothers and sisters even if they are different than us!

Data is what powers all of us and our lives. It is ubiquitous among our now-connected lives. I love how it is now the oxygen of our Internet world.

Women are a little more assertive in terms of our ability to express our feelings when we fall in love.