We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Because of a great love, one is courageous.
Women were created from the rib of man to be beside him, not from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be trampled by him, but from under his arm to be protected by him, near to his heart to be loved by him.
The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
What will survive of us is love.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
You will trust God to the degree you know you are loved by Him.
And this is the marvel of marvels; that he called me Beloved.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
God loves you as though you are the only person in the world, and He loves everyone the way He loves you.
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
True love requires sacrifice.
Better to be blind and see with your heart, than to have two good eyes and see nothing.
This is part of what a family is about, not just love. It’s knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that. Not money. Not fame. Not work.
You are the mirror of divine beauty.
Fear knocked at the door. Love answered and no one was there.
I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.
Love is hard work. It is the hardest work I know of, work from which you are never entitled to take a vacation.
There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to travel in the company of animals. It is a cycle unlike any other. To those who have never lived through its turnings and walked its rocky path, our willingness to give our hearts with full knowledge that they will be broken seems incomprehensible. Only we know how small a price we pay for what we receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure of the joy we have been given.