Our opinions are what we'll be known for; our love is what we'll be remembered for
It will pass, it will all pass, we're going to be so happy! If our love could grow any stronger it would grow stronger because there is something horrifying in it.
On the whole, God’s love for us is a much safer subject to think about than our love for Him.
Our relationship with God flows out of our love for God.
We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.
I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love
At all costs we should avoid considering our love of God to be superior to the love of the other for GodLet us love God and leave it for Him to decide on the intensity and sincerity of our loves, as well as of our differing views of Him
I. . . am endeavoring. . . to attend to my own duty only as a Christian. . . . let us take care that our Christianity, though put to the test. . . be not shaken, and that our love for things really good wax not cold.
Our love is our life itself. What our love is like determines how we live and therefore everything about what we are as human beings.
We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.
We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
Our love for God and our appreciation of His love and forgiveness will be in proportion to the recognition of our sin and unworthiness.
Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.
It was our love of foreign cloth that ousted the wheel from its position of dignity.
At the end of our lives it is our loves we remember most, because they are what shaped us. We have grown to be who we are around them, as around a stake.
If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.
May the joy of our fidelity to the highest and best within us be ours as we keep our love and our marriages, our society and our souls, as pure as they were meant to be.
Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.
Business is not the supreme virtue, and sanctity is not measured by the amount of work we accomplish. Perfection is found in the purity of our love for God, and this pure love is a delicate plant that grows best where there is plenty of time for it to mature
In the most advanced state of love we don't love for any reason or purpose. We don't even direct our love necessarily to an object.