#love

وهل كانت الاديان السماوية كلها فى جوهرها الا دعوة للحب والرحمة والعطف والعدل والسلام؟ وهل كان الانبياء والمصلحون جميعا الا محبين للبشر والانسانية وقادرين على العطاء لهم والتضحية واحتمال الاذى من اجلهم؟ وكل ذلك فى النهاية من احوال الحب الصادق.. وان اختلفت المجالات.. وتنوعت اساليب التعبير.. وتعددت الاقنعة! ↗

— عبد الوهاب مطاوع

#love #mercy #religious #love

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever. ↗

— Louise Doughty

#pain #sad #sorrow #love

Although the sky and the sea are very far apart, they still can be together right? Just like you and me. ↗

— Lessang's Kang Gary

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Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225) ↗

— André Aciman

#coming-out #love-and-loss #unrequited-love #love

So please, for the love of gender- go bloom. Or water someone else while they do. ↗

— S. Bear Bergman

#lgbtq #love

I stopped in the porch and took hold of his face in my hands. I looked fiercely into his eyes. "I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

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True love asks no question of the heart.  It knows with surety. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #richelle #richelle-goodrich #sureness #surety

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#rachel-morgan #love

Unfortunately, little darlings, there is no such thing as a simple love story.The most transitory puppy crush is complex to the extent of lying beyond the far reaches of the brain's understanding. ↗

— Tom Robbins

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Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn't it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn't he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#fate #love #trust #life