Love Grows Quotes

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

Wisdom delights in water; love delights in hills. Wisdom is stirring; love is quiet. Wisdom is merry; love grows old.

You're asking me will my love grow. I don't know, I don't know. You stick around now it may show. I don't know, I don't know

I detect more good than evil in humanity. Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, And men grow better as the world grows old.

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow.

Act on what you love, not from what you fear, and watch how fear fades as love grows.

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

It is the difference betwixt lust and love that this is fixed, that volatile. Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.

Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.

Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

This brief lifetime is my opportunity to receive love, deepen love, grow in love, and give love.

I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.

That is the Mongolian creation myth: out of two different natures love is born. In contradiction, love grows in strength. In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.

So even as we see the horror of death, may we be reminded that in the end, love wins. Mercy triumphs. Life is more powerful than death. And even those who have committed great violence can have the image of God come to life again within them as they hear the whisper of love. May the whisper of love grow louder than the thunder of violence. May we love loudly.

Love is the air that I breathe, like oxygen. When I lack it, I feel atrophied, asphyxiated. When I have it, I feel I am growing. And so this growth is linked to others, or to a collective other. If I realize that I do not love you, my faith diminishes, and I breathe less and less of the oxygen of life. When I feel linked to you, in communion with you, there is a current of love that passes between us, and the intensity can multiply. And the more this love grows, the more the faith becomes luminous, the more I feel linked to the collective other. I am speaking of God.

As your silence grows; your friendliness, your love grows; your life becomes a moment-to-moment dance, a joy, a celebration.

The Saints in Heaven through the Holy Spirit behold the glory of God and the beauty of the Lord's Countenance. But in this same Holy Spirit they see our lives too, and our deeds. They know our sorrows and hear our burning prayers. When they were living on earth they learned of the love of God from the Holy Spirit; and he who knows love on earth takes it with him into eternal life in the kingdom of Heaven, where love grows and becomes perfect. And if love makes one unable to forget a brother here, how much more must the Saints remember and pray for us!

Your persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of the heart! If you are filled with longing all the time, you will keep crying out, and if your love perseveres, your cry will be heard without fail.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons

At the root of all this is purity. Where there is purity there love grows. When purity and love come together, there is bliss.

And this sensitivity will create new friendships for you - friendships with trees, with birds, with animals, with mountains, with rivers, with oceans, with stars. Life becomes richer as love grows.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

Mother's love grows by giving.

Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul's beauty.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

Whoever makes love grow boundless, and sets his mind for seeing the end of birth, his fetters are worn thin. If he loves even a single being, Good will follow. But the Noble One with compassionate heart for all mankind, generates abounding good.

I think the barrier for a lot of people to actual, real, lasting love is the fantasy. The problem is that we think in "happily ever after" love, but real love grows over time, and priorities change.

The only way to retain love is to give it away.

Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.

As your love grows, you will find that your attachment to this world will begin to fall away.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Forgive yourself. The supreme act of forgiveness is when you can forgive yourself for all the wounds you've created in your own life. Forgiveness is an act of self-love. When you forgive yourself, self-acceptance begins and self-love grows.

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.

What is it that we in the theatre give? Instead of images on canvas or in the form of statuary or music, we give our body, voice, feelings, will, imagination — we give a form of pulsating art to life itself; we give it to our characters and we give it to our audiences. Nothing, absolutely nothing remains for us save the pleasure of having given pleasure.

Those whom the gods love grow young.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

I need you because I love you.