#love

He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#poetry #love

There is often grief that comes with loving, Moshe. But it is worth it. ↗

— Bodie Thoene

#sadness #sorrow #love

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#love #love

With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer? ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#love #world #love

When you love yourself, when you appreciate yourself, and are able to make peace with yourself, then because you are the same energy as the universe, it responds. It loves you in return, appreciates you in return, and makes its peace with you in return. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#selfhelp #stephen-richards #love

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#poetry-quotes #love

When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#self #love

Despite the love songs humankind churns out like butter, true lovers don't come together every day. As the Mercenaries ply their trade--destroying hope, crushing compassion, inciting war and violence--soul-mated pairs are becoming an endangered species. ↗

— Stacey Jay

#love

The test of love is that it gives even when there is no expectation of a return. ↗

— John Ortberg

#love

He shook her gently. "Listen to me, listen, there's nothing anybody could do to you that would make me not want you - no hurt, no scar, nothing. These past days I've been afraid they broke you, ruined all the fire. I'd mourn, Annie - I don't want you different - but I'd still want you. I love you. ↗

— Ellen O'Connell

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