I'm a competitive player, and I love being on the court. If the NBA cancels the season I'm definitely looking at my options and considering going overseas.
There is nothing more pleasing to God, than to see a soul who patiently and serenely bears whatever crosses it is sent; this is how love is made, by putting lover and loved one on the same level. . . A soul who loves Jesus Christ desires to be treated the way Christ was treated-desires to be poor, despised and humiliated.
I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters 'a very good God damn'; that 'an artist, a man, a failure' is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.
When you rest in presence and pure awareness, sometimes everything is experienced as love because you're connected with all that is, and love is simply the nature of being.
Love is desire for knowledge.
I believe 'love' is very nice to hear, but it's used so much that it's come to a point where it's almost meaningless.
Sometimes love is calm and easy and sometimes it's just plain dirty.
A man who will risk nothing for love is not a man
The only method of receiving love is to give love, because what we give out must come back.
Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
Love is a labyrinth of misunderstandings whose way out doesn’t exist.
I put away that stuffed God I had all stitched up with my human understandings and fears. God is less formulaic and quantifiable as he once used to be, but experiencing the reality of his love is infinitely better than dragging that other one around.
My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
Love is not sufficient. It never has been. Stories that claim otherwise are lies. There's always SOMETHING after happily ever after.
Love is always enough.
Every woman's path is difficult, and many mothers were as equipped to raise children as wire monkey mothers. I say that without judgment: It is, sadly, true. An unhealthy mother's love is withering.
I learned what I really love is making films, not the film business. I want to be on the set, meeting with writers, I want that freedom. I love it now.
Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.
