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Words Love Quotes (page 18)

Dwight L. Moody quote: "This is the test as to your being a true child of God -..."
This is the test as to your being a true child of God - whether you love and feed upon the Word of God. Dwight L. Moody
George R. R. Martin quote: "Can they love without a word for it?"
Can they love without a word for it? George R. R. Martin
I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act. J. K. Rowling
Lines 34-35: Stilletos of a frozen stillicide [...] In the lovely line heading this comment the reader should note the last word. My dictionary defines it as 'a succession of drops falling from the eaves, eavesdrop, cavesdrop.' I remember having encountered it for the first time in a poem by Thomas Hardy. The bright frost has eternalized the bright eavesdrop. Vladimir Nabokov
I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream. George Byron
In all my life, I'd never been as sure of anything, and as much as I hoped to one day hear Savannah say these words to me, what mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations. Nicholas Sparks
I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page. Augusten Burroughs
Any other vexations to report?" he asks."I love the word 'vexations.'"It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into an 'x' like that."Just the usual ones," she says."How was the weekend?"Vexing. Not really, I just wanted to say it. You? Michael Cunningham
If we would know true love and understanding one for another, we must realize that communication is more than a sharing of words. It is the wise sharing of emotions, feelings, and concerns. It is the sharing of oneself totally. Marvin J. Ashton
Paul Simon quote: "Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child..."
Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child they’re longing to be told. Paul Simon
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas! John Greenleaf Whittier
If there are words and wrongs like knives, whose deep inflicted lacerations never heal - cutting injuries and insults of serrated and poison-dripping edge - so, too, there are consolations of tone too fine for the ear not fondly and for ever to retain their echo: caressing kindnesses - loved, lingered over through a whole life, recalled with unfaded tenderness, and answering the call with undimmed shine, out of that raven cloud foreshadowing Death himself. Charlotte Bronte
I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of thewhole of the rest of the earth, I dream'd that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest, It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words. Walt Whitman
Ovid quote: "I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved;..."
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. Ovid
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely. Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping. I will confess; but that's permitted me; Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping. Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free. If I had loved you less or played you slyly. I might have held you for a summer more, But at the cost of words I value highly, And no... Edna St. Vincent Millay

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