Who, being loved, is poor?
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written.
Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.
When I was young, I thought that money was the most important thing in the world. Now that I’m old . . . I know it is.
Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight. But I still let everyone down when I change in size.
To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect and beautiful, too.
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.
Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.
Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.
Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.
Give the love that you pray for; someone’s been praying to have it.
“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber
She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.
Spread love everywhere you go let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.
It’s hard to love a woman and do anything.
I never met a woman I didn’t like. I love ’em all, in their different ways.
Barack and I were both raised by families who didn’t have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for themselves.
When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.
Between whom there is hearty truth, there is love.
