#love

Therefore we examine with considerable diligence the consensus of the true, learned, and purer antiquity, and we love and praise the testimonies of the fathers which agree with the Scripture. ↗

— Martin Chemnitz

#antiquity #consensus #considerable #diligence #examine

The romantic love we feel toward the opposite sex is probably one extra help from God to bring you together, but that's it. All the rest of it, the true love, is the test. ↗

— Joan Chen

#bring #extra #feel #god #help

To those who do not love God, all things must work together immediately for pain and torment, until, by means of the tribulation, they are led to salvation at last. ↗

— Johann Gottlieb Fichte

#god #immediately #last #led #love

What helps luck is a habit of watching for opportunities, of having a patient but restless mind, of sacrificing one's ease or vanity, or uniting a love of detail to foresight, and of passing through hard times bravely and cheerfully. ↗

— Victor Cherbuliez

#cheerfully #detail #ease #foresight #habit

Because of the love affair between the American public and the stock market, it is possible for entrepreneurs, technological visionaries and inventors of every sort to get financing. ↗

— Ron Chernow

#american #american public #because #between #entrepreneurs

I love the fact that I can go out there on stage with a guitar and sing a song that means something to somebody. ↗

— Kenny Chesney

#go #guitar #i #i can #i love

I think the best type of action movie combines a love story with the action. ↗

— Morris Chestnut

#action movie #best #combines #i #i think

I don't like the way Uncle Junior dresses. He loves it. ↗

— Dominic Chianese

#i #junior #like #loves #uncle

I love it now that a large minority of people who are handicapped prefer to call themselves crippled. This is all part of the game, like queer theory. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#crippled #game #handicapped #i #i love

All this time he was sitting up in bed and looking at the woman who was lying beside him and holding his hand in her sleep. He felt an ineffable love for her. Her sleep must have been very light at the moment because she opened her eyes and gazed up at him questioningly. “What are you looking at?” she asked. He knew that instead of waking her he should lull her back to sleep, so he tried to come up with an answer that would plant the image of a new dream in her mind. “I’m looking at the stars,” he said. “Don’t say you’re looking at the stars. That’s a lie. You’re looking down.” “That’s because we’re on an airplane. The stars are below us.” “Oh, in an airplane,” said Tereza, squeezing his hand even tighter and falling asleep again. And Tomas knew that Tereza was looking out of the round window of an airplane flying high above the stars. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#dreams