God loves the noise as much as the signal.
For God loves to be entreated, He loves to be compelled.
God's grace doesn't always come in comfortable forms. But it's still grace, and it's still evidence that He loves us.
Death must obliterate all memories and affections and ideas and laws, or the awakening in the next world will be amid the welcomes, and loves and raptures of those who left us with tearful farewells, and with dying promises that they would wait to welcomes us when we should arrive. And so they do. Not sorrowfully, not anxiously, but lovingly, they wait to bid us welcome.
One who knows more, loves more.
So far as the Angels are recipients of that spiritual heat and light they are loves and wisdoms, not loves and wisdoms for themselves, but from the Lord.
The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame.
A man who loves good food has a way of making it gravitate toward his kitchen.
Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime. A good book, resting unopened in its slot on a shelf, full of majestic potentiality, is the most comforting sort of intellectual wallpaper.
He loves Thee too little, who loves anything together with Thee, which he loves not for Thy sake.
No man can tell another his faults so as to benefit him, unless he loves him.
An honest heart loves the Truth.
The horse loves the hound, and I loves both.
Somebody loves us, too - God Himself. We have been created to love and to be loved
Misery loves company which is ironic because it rarely throws dinner parties.
When I look at the cross, I learn to say: 'The Son of God loved me, and gave Himself for me' (Galatians 2:20). I begin to believe with Paul that if God did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up to the cross for me, then He loves me so much He will always give me only what will bring me blessing (Romans 8:32).
The devil loves it when we say we believe then prioritize everything in our lives ahead of God.
I developed a nutty attitude where I'd think, If some guy really loves me he doesn't care if I'm fat. I'd come up with all these stupid reasons why it would be OK to be fat.
It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.
Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.