#love

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#love

Don't go overboard in praising required behavior: 'We have only done our duty' (Luke 17:10). But do go overboard when your child confesses the truth, repents honestly, takes chances, and loves openly. Praise the developing character in your child as it emerges in active, loving, responsible behavior. ↗

— Henry Cloud

#parenting #love

It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls. ↗

— Mary Roach

#sexuality #love

I am not an expert at praying, as you know. But can you please help me? I am in desperate need of help. I don't know what to do. I need an answer. Please tell me what to do... ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

He is not my focus," Diana told writer Rodney Tyler of Arne. "He’s my husband, my companion, my lover, my confidant. But not my focus. I wasn’t lost, then found by Arne. I was single and met a wonderful man and we enjoyed each other’s company and enjoyed our times together. So it was not lost and found. That’s crap. I have never been lost. ↗

— J. Randy Taraborrelli

#husband #lost #lover #biography

Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital," I said quietly. "The last time you'll ever drive a car." Without looking over at me, Augustus said, "You're killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. I'm trying to observe young love in it's many-splendored awkwardness." "I think he's hurting her boob," I said. "Yes it's difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform a breast exam. ↗

— John Green

#young-love #humor

I think I fall into the category of the hopeless romantic, and I think youdo too, because you're here...The tricky thing about us, the hopeless romantic, is when we fall in love with someone, when we say hello—and it’s magical—we never imagine that hello can turn into a goodbye. And when we kiss someone—and it’s magical—we never ever imagine that it can turn into a last kiss. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#romantic #imagination

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#children #fairies #fairy #fantasy #imagination

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#love #love-of-god #suffering #imagination

How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr.Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at last? ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#questioning #imagination