Top Loved Quotes

Sometimes, it is how you shine in the darkness during other people's misery that is remembered more than anything you could have said or done when you have suffered just as much.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

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(imp. & p. p.) of Love

I'm not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself. I'm here, on my own accord, to love you. So that when you stare into my mirror eyes, you may see how extraordinary you are.

God created everyone to love and to be loved; If you will not take care of people, just leave them as they came...DON'T SCRATCH THEM with your actions.

Hate feeds on itself, while love will always find itself fed.

Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, t...

I always loved designing, but the context needs to be right, and have a positive perspective.

My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?

To live with you is to live.To live without you is to die.

Love is a perpetual journey that is extraordinary because it will never find itself terminated by a destination.

My dad loved comedians, especially George Jessel, and he loved Henny Youngman and Buddy Hackett.

Home is where you feel loved, and homeland is where you love.

Love is everything we can have because God is everything we have. God is love.

Lovers dream of one more embrace.One more kiss.One act of love, no matter how small.For in loving, lover and belovedemptied themselves.Now, they look for their oasislike men engulfed in flames.Even fi...

Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.

The world put's too much emphasis on what a person does in terms of monetary value and social status as opposed to who they are. If I was to ask you if you would be loved for who you are or what you d...

For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and...