Ks Love Quotes

I'm enjoying two beautiful visions tonight. Watching you stand there against a marvelous background has to be the most intriguing sunset I have ever experienced.

Knowing Love I will allow all things to come and go. To be as supple as the wind and take all things in great courage.

Betrayal has a funny way of turning your world upside-down. As familiar as I had already been with it by that point, it still amazed me how far I could stretch that moment of denial. The thought of what had been—of what could yet be—persisted. Perhaps it is not the same for most people. Perhaps, when you love less, it is easier not to let the emptiness become a cavern from which you could no longer see the sun.

You showed me what love was, and I saw "My Forever " in your eyes .

I have come to realize that true fulfillment lies not in flaunting the splendor of my life with loved ones, but rather in cultivating a profound connection founded upon love, honesty, and unwavering transparency.

How do you leave someone who has been such an important part of your life for twenty-eight years, someone you love more than life itself?

It's impossible to truly love someone without believing that there is a God who made that person just for you.

People speak of love and all these things it ought to be, but the truth is that love is not always a wondrous thing to be carried with pride or celebrated.

We cling to what is broken when we have no choice. Even love that tastes like poison, that presses like a blade in your throat, is better than gaping emptiness.

Live in the present, seize each passing day, Glean wisdom from the past, but don't let it sway, For to embark on new beginnings, we must let go, Release the old chapters, embrace what's yet to grow.

Someone who had been a slave should have known better—you didn’t own people, you didn’t lay claim to their hearts. For that moment in time, she was with him, and he should’ve found a way to be happy with that. And perhaps he had been—perhaps he had simply forgotten. A moment of love, like a single coin, was too easily spent. You go through your whole life wanting more.

[Stice's] parents had met and fallen in love in a Country/Western bar in Partridge KS — just outside Liberal KS on the Oklahoma border — met and fallen in star-crossed love in a bar playing this popular Kansas C/W-bar-game where they put their bare forearms together and laid a lit cigarette in the little valley between the two forearms' flesh and kept it there till one of them finally jerked their arm away and reeled away holding their arm. Mr. and Mrs. Stice each discovered somebody else that wouldn't jerk away and reel away, Stice explained. Their forearms were still to this day covered with little white slugs of burn-scar. They'd toppled like pines for each other from the git-go, Stice explained. They'd been divorced and remarried four or five times, depending on how you defined certain jurisprudential precepts. When they were on good domestic terms they stayed in their bedroom for days of squeaking springs with the door locked except for brief sallies out for Beefeater gin and Chinese take-out in little white cardboard pails with wire handles, with the Stice children wandering ghostlike through the clapboard house in sagging diapers or woolen underwear subsisting on potato chips out of econobags bigger than most of them were, the Stice kids. The kids did somewhat physically better during periods of nuptial strife, when a stony-faced Mr. Stice slammed the kitchen door and went off daily to sell crop insurance while Mrs. Stice —whom both Mr. Stice and The Darkness called 'The Bride' —while The Bride spent all day and evening cooking intricate multicourse meals she'd feed bits of to The Brood (Stice refers to both himself and his six siblings as 'The Brood') and then keep warm in quietly rattling-lidded pots and then hurl at the kitchen walls when Mr. Stice came home smelling of gin and of cigarette-brands and toilet-eau not The Bride's own. Ortho Stice loves his folks to distraction, but not blindly, and every holiday home to Partridge KS he memorizes highlights of their connubial battles so he can regale the E.T.A. upperclass-men with them, mostly at meals, after the initial forkwork and gasping have died down and people have returned to sufficient levels of blood-sugar and awareness of their surroundings to be regaled.

Ancient oak, actually, is what the boy used to call her, back when he was still a boy. Like all men, he had aged too fast. She still remembers long, summer nights back in Hafod, when she would bake bread with the windows open while he would take his crutches to read his books on the kitchen table. He used to tell her how much he loved her bread, that he thinks it is the most wonderful thing in the world. He was always a flatterer, that one.

He’s romantic, claims that we’re two halves of the same person. The downside is that he expects me automatically to know his mood or his schedule. Like I should be able to read his mind. Or, I should say, his half of our mind.” —Samantha, Topeka, KS

...Lord Rayyel is a sensible man, strict, traditional, and uncharismatic to all but librarians and accountants—” “Priests seem to love him, too.

Letting go of notions, so we may see, Through different eyes, with an open heart, Release judgment, and prejudice depart, For in understanding, we truly find, That unity and love are intertwined.

Do not tremble before an adversary armed with weapons, but rather, be wary of the one who lacks self-respect, for they hold a power far more formidable.

In the depths of my diminished self-esteem, I discovered an insatiable hunger for validation and attention; the emptier I felt within, the greater my desperation to be filled.

In the deepest abyss of fears lies a soul bereft of self-love, a potent force poised to wreak havoc upon its own existence and the lives it intertwines.

Like a fragile leaf refusing to dance with the breeze, those who cling to the fallen branches of their past fail to embrace the blossoming gardens of the present, revealing a barren soul devoid of self-esteem.

Beware the seductive allure of the selfish souls, for their tendrils entangle your conscience, forging guilt as you attempt to break free.

Love and loyalty were in the determined set of her chin.

Briar’s lips were parted in a lovely smile that promised happily ever after.

...the poison in my chest a reflection of my love.

She stirred. “Go back to sleep, little love,” he murmured. “Everything will be all right.” He patted her leg and hummed her a song he had sung to her most nights since she was born. Her eyes began to droop closed again. He watched the curve of her nose and her long eyelashes, and thought about not being able to watch her grow up—of sunrises and sunsets, and how many other fathers would still have what he would lose by the end of this day. A lump welled up in his throat. He wanted to take her in his arms and run away. Hyougen turned his head and saw Aliahe looking at him from the doorway. She knew what he was thinking—she always did. He felt helpless, and a moment passed where he thought he would just march down to that shore and beg the Dageians to spare his family, at least. He would do anything to hold on that moment in that room, basking in the warm breeze and orange glow of the sunlight, with the three of them alive and a touch away from each other—anything. A coward’s thought, and he killed it as soon as it passed, but it left his knees shaking all the same.

Hope emanates from you, like a warm fire brightening an otherwise depressing room.

And he loved books. So, so much. You ever wanted to jab someone in the eye with a finger just because he would rather read than pay attention to you?

He didn’t come for me out of love for myself. Why chain myself to a man who couldn’t do that, child or not?

You still love me, right?” she demanded, the way only a daughter could. “Child, when did I ever stop?” he choked out.

But a woman could be two things at once. She could love her daughter and still want things that had nothing to do with her, that might even take her away from her. Birthing another person into the world didn’t mean you had to be constantly attached at the hip.

Your Highness always appeared to be walking in a dream. Lovely yet untouchable.

You showed me what live was, and I saw "My forever" in your eyes!

Love is a double-edged knife. Let's never hurt each other, because, my love, you will bleed, and so will I.

You are ethereal, and I find my universe in You!

Forget the ever expanding universe, holding your hand, I could feel what infinity is!

Love and Hate, A spectrum of human emotion, Intertwined like day and night, Longing for Dominance, Through an eternal fight.

In a world full of confusion and chaos she fell in love. He learned how to love.

Your husband is a vile waste of air. How can you possibly love a man like that?

Love doesn't have to be returned.

Perhaps, when you love less, it is easier not to let the emptiness become a cavern from which you could no longer see the sun.

The loss does not diminish the love.

God cannot work in a closed heart.

The Unlimited God was found in a limited body of man, The Unlimited God for the salvation of mankind was found in the limited body of a man. Philippines 2:7 "He made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a serval, being made in human likeness.

True love is not a hide and seeks game, the most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, Say I love you and it is the beginning of everything.

Three words, Eight letters, Say everything. I Love you.

The best and most beautiful things in this world can't be seen, If you want to see that you should Love, Single to Mingle. Your beautiful is waiting for you.

It doesn't matter who you are or black or white Jesus loves you and it doesn't matter who is against your way. God said I have a plan on his/her Life not to harm or destroy but to give hope and future. I sincerely believe 2021 is going to be a supernatural year in your life.

Thanks to “The Trial”, Kafka bequeathed to us at least two concept words that have become indispensable for understanding the modern world: tribunal and trial. He bequeathed them to us: meaning that he put them at our disposal, for us to use, consider, and reconsider in terms of our own experiences. Tribunal: this does not signify the juridical institution intended for punishing people who have violated the laws of a state; the tribunal (or court) in Kafka's sense is a power that judges, that judges because it is a power; its power and nothing but its power is what confers legitimacy on the tribunal; when the two intruders enter his room, K. immediately recognizes that power, and he submits. The trial brought by the tribunal is always absolute; meaning that it does not concern an isolated act, a specific crime (theft, fraud, rape), but rather concerns the character of the accused in its entirety: K. searches for his offense in "the most minute events" of his whole life; in our century, by this standard, Bezukhov would have been indicted for both his love and his hatred of Napoleon. And also for his drunkennness, since, being absolute, the trial concerns private life as well as public; Brod condemned K. to death for seeing in women only the "lowest sexuality”;… The trial is absolute as well in that it does not keep within the limits of the defendant's life; thus K.s uncle says: "Do you want to lose this trial? ... It means that you will be absolutely ruined. And all your relatives along with you." The guilt of one Jew contains within it that of the Jews of all times; the Communist doctrine on the influence of class origin includes within the offense of the accused the offense of his parents and grandparents; in the trial of Europe for the crime of colonialism, Sartre accused not the colonists but Europe, all of Europe, the Europe of all times; because "there is a colonist in each of us," because "being a man here means being an accomplice since we have all profited from colonial exploitation." The spirit of the trial recognizes no statute of limitations; the distant past is as alive as today's event; and even in death you will not escape: there are informers in the cemetery. The trial's memory is colossal, but it is a very specific memory, which could be defined as the forgetting of everything not a crime.