Nye Love Quotes

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

When they say Don't I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party remember what parties are like before answering. Someone telling you in a loud voice they once wrote a poem. Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate. Then reply. If they say we should get together. say why? It's not that you don't love them any more. You're trying to remember something too important to forget. Trees. The monastery bell at twilight. Tell them you have a new project. It will never be finished. When someone recognizes you in a grocery store nod briefly and become a cabbage. When someone you haven't seen in ten years appears at the door, don't start singing him all your new songs. You will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf. Know you could tumble any second. Then decide what to do with your time.

Apparently people commonly died when their loved ones were out of the room. Bathroom break. Quick trip down to the cafeteria for a grilled cheese. It was easier to die if you didn't have family members to worry about at that exact moment. Easier for the one who was dying, maybe.

For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.

Put another way, I love all of you dog lovers, but I have to spoil your fun a little with a fundamental truth. There is, in an important evolutionary sense, no such thing as a specific breed of dog. If a Great Dane has sex with a dachshund, you get a dog. If a Standard Poodle has sex with a Jack Russell terrier, you get a dog. If a mutt has sex with a so-called purebred, you get a dog.

People love dogs. This is, I hope, the least surprising sentence you will read in this book. I myself have had long discussions with my dog friends, and by that I mean my friends who are dogs.

Power is also like love, easier to experience than to define or measure, but no less real for that.

But we love you,” my parents said. “We love you very much.” I know, but they loved me as a girl. The boy within me was stuck with me. Not till much later did I find out that the boy within was really a girl.

Du har mistet dagen. Du har mistet troen på dagen, på det første og det siste, på det nye som finnes i enhver dag, som finnes i enhver begynnelse og slutt. En ny dag. Den finnes, men du ser den ikke, din dag ligner andre dager, det er fordi du allerede er død. Noe er dødt i deg. Når døde det, når døde du, var det da kjærligheten sluttet? Man kan ikke leve uten kjærlighet. Og likevel lever du, et halv-liv, et nesten-liv, et dødt-liv er det du lever.

Tingllim Hjek keq por sё kthej te ti. Qe, lot`t i tera. Mbas tashit nji pikё lodje sё derdh pёr ty. S’ke mbet veç ti, ka edhe varza tjera, por nuk mё kan bamun dritё der’sot kёta sy. Kangёt qi t’i kndova ka me i tretun era. Emni i yt nё zembёr t’eme ka me u shlye. Ti duej ke tё duesh tash qi ka dalё prendvera. Se na lidh ma gja. U zgjidh, u zgjidh ky nye. Pertrihet nё ket stinё tё bukur marё natyra, dhe shpirti i em nё kto dit ka m’u pёrtri. E krejt jetёs s’eme do t’i ndrrojё, po, ftyra. Mbas tashit ti nё daç mё duej e nё daç mos mё duej, por lulet qi shpёrthejn sivjet nё kёt shtёpi, nuk çilin ma pёr ty. Janё tё tjetёrkuej.

Work on what you love, your needs will be met.   No

How could she, a girl who could love someone so unconditionally, be just as capable of killing in cold blood?

Following a theology of grace we beleive that we are loved into healing, not loved because we are healed. Theology of land and housing.

More important to be feared than to be loved. But in today's world, it is best to be both.........Information is power...............Power is like the weather. Everyone depends on it and talks about it, but few understand it.

as a boy stands back from his earlier self mocking it and the light of fireflies blinking against an old fence has become as sad as it is lovely because so many hands are gone by now it is not that we wanted the light to be caught      but reached for that was it

I went into the new year loving myself in different ways, in a different possibility. It was then that I understood things I hadn’t. It was then that I understood people I hadn’t. We work in ways where sometimes we don’t align because our intersections lead us elsewhere. We find ourselves in rapids which lead to lightning, in beds that leave us homesick. We lust after the impetuous, in hopelessness, and sometimes in the reactive. We like things and people who are bad for us and that’s fine. It’s fine because it’s life. It happens. They exist. We exist. We all exist together in this world where nothing seems to make sense. Where everything is nothing but imaginary because it’s what we imagine it to be. Reality exists and it’s there, but life is what you make it. Your actions ask for it. How you exist is how you exist. We take every new year and give it a theme because we’re scared of how it could be. You change in the moment, not by years. You be to become and becoming is something which frightens people. Lead by example instead of letting the example lead you. Take this new year and find yourself in people who question it because questioning is how you gain from it.

Two Countries Naomi Shihab Nye - 1952- Skin remembers how long the years grow when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel of singleness, feather lost from the tail of a bird, swirling onto a step, swept away by someone who never saw it was a feather. Skin ate, walked, slept by itself, knew how to raise a see-you-later hand. But skin felt it was never seen, never known as a land on the map, nose like a city, hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope. Skin had hope, that's what skin does. Heals over the scarred place, makes a road. Love means you breathe in two countries. And skin remembers--silk, spiny grass, deep in the pocket that is skin's secret own. Even now, when skin is not alone, it remembers being alone and thanks something larger that there are travelers, that people go places larger than themselves.

Say it now,” he entreated shakily. He wanted his name now? Mina seethed. “You nasty brute, Will Nye!” she upbraided him, panting. “That was not slow!” He gave a breathless laugh. “Does it hurt really bad?” “I feel like you’ve buried a sword into my belly!” she flung at him accusingly. “Oh God, Mina love,” he moaned. “You’re just going to make things worse for yourself.

For a split second, I swear the Earth stops spinning. Or maybe the energy surging through my body causes it to reverberate at the same force as the earth’s rotation. I don’t know, I’m not Bill Nye the Science Guy.

I hadn't exactly asked Ava out on a date, but I'd definitely crossed a line when I mauled her in the kitchen.

Fortunately, there is a large and growing clan of people who think that way, who love nothing better than using the tools of reason to solve the most unsolvable-looking puzzles. We call them “nerds,” and I humbly (proudly) count myself among them.

You will be sent home. Lula loved being sent home. Her favorite books were there.

The truth was, he had no girlfriend. Everyone was his girlfriend. This was his theory--float and drift. Be in love with everyone you see. The heart is a bucket without a lid. Maybe he had read it in a play. But it seemed to work.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else’s story and the delicious ache of the last page.

Love means you breathe in two countries.

She stood on the roof, tears on her face. What was the thing she never gave up? The simple love of her difficult place.

What’s chemistry, Daddy?” Her question makes me grin. “Remember Bill Nye the science guy?” She nods quickly, that cute little dimple appearing in her cheek when she smiles. I wasn’t sure I could love someone this much until she was born. Now I can’t imagine my life without her. “Well,” I continue. “He does chemistry.” Her little eyes widen. “He makes things go boom! Will you make Ruby go boom?

And I went into the New Year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.