Sk Love Quotes

Maybe that's what living is--recognizing the marvels and oddities around you.

Make sure that you make the beginning of whatever you begin beautiful.

I'm not a violent person. I'm not advocating violence. But I am an angry person. I'm advocating for more people to get angry. Get moved.

Never, ever quake in the face of hate, Zayneb.

Your resistance to my existence is futile.

She believed in such a world, where everyone got a turn, a season in the sun.

This is a love story. You’ve been warned.

A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.

I was in this weird space of wanting not to be alone and wanting not to be crowded, either.

Human rights. For everyone. Because that was the only way the world made sense. When the arc of care went far and wide, it journeyed and battled to exclude none.

They say friends are the family you choose

It's not so much my own death that is intolerable, it's the death of those around me. Because I love them. And part of me dies with them. Therefore all love, if you like, is a form of suicide.

You have ripped my fucking heart out, Neva and what's worse is that I love you far too fucking much to hate you for it.

Life goes on, even if love doesn't.

I’m someone who gets consumed by stuff. It engulfs me, wraps me up in its embrace, and doesn’t let me be until I’ve deal with it.

Girls like me who see and feel the pains and problems of the world don’t make sense to people. So maybe we’re meant to be alone, or only with people exactly like us.

Everything you say is absolutely right — the death of those we love is so much worse than our own death, and yes all love is a form of suicide, you destroy yourself, you surrender yourself, you kill something in yourself, willingly, if you really love.

I just wanted the right mix of being with someone I connected to, who cared, but also let me be.

But it's not smooth sailing" "Life isn't?

We're allowed to cry.

There are a lot of ways to show our faith and love to Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala. You pick the ones that are right for who you are right now.

The world is a mysterious place. On the one hand, its size can be measured and recorded and verified. Its marvels and oddities captured in complex, empirical detail. On the other hand, its size is relative to our mind’s perception of it. Its marvels and oddities only extending to how far our vision goes. For some of us, this means the world is small, including only those we see as belonging to it. People related to us, people who look like us, dress like us, think like us. For others, it’s medium-size and includes those we connect to through some similarity, some trait that pings familiarity within, which then allows us to overlook the differences between us and them. And then there are those who see the world as huge, as the actual size it measurably is. Huge enough to include vast differences, people with nothing in common with one another except a beating heart and a feeling soul, these two—heart, soul—being the strongest connection between us all.

And now here we were, almost a thousand years later, still doing it. Trying to make sense of what was happening around us. Maybe that's what life is, really.

My mom once said, we hurt the people we love the most, but the ability for them to love you despite the hurt is special and the most beautiful gift, it’s the gift of forgiveness

I had to talk her down from making a trip to “whoop some ass.

You need to have a way to take care of yourself. A way to recharge. Otherwise the world will get you down so fast, you won’t be able to hold your head up. I learned this the hard way.

One of the reasons Ayaan said she loves being Muslim is because it makes her feel like a natural feminist. "Like hello? Our queen Khadija didn't wait for the man she had her eye on to ask her, to get on his knees. Nope. Instead, she said, 'I like you, oh employee of mine. Will you marry me?' And then, after they hitched, she just kept her job as his boss. Mad respect.

There was a reason love was a round sounding word. It completed you and then some, like treading a circular path, the way it was immemorial. Whole. But also... infinite. It went on and on as long as you went on and on, to meet it, keep it, treasure it. And I would.

Trusting the resolve in my heart is but a stepping stone to the future I now see clearly.

Mason come back into the living room looking like walking sex.

Imagine if I transformed this room into the place where someone would want to escape to?

Here's one thing I CAN figure out and that's how much I don't know. How I don't know what you went through at school. With your teacher. I don't know about the extent of the Islamophobia you've faced. I don't know what it feel like to be you. But here's another thing: I DO want to know.

I decided I liked people who cried spontaneously. It showed they had hearts they hadn’t buried too deeply inside.

This way of noticing that even during the suckiest moments in life there was something marvelous to be seen, heard, touched. Or just a tiny awe felt in the heart.

Because the moment you’re feeling secure, someone hates on you.

I mean you couldn’t wish this kind of luck on your worst enemy.

The clearest feeling I remember is this: the way that it felt like the space between us folded and folded, and kept folding until the distance shrank, until we made sense to each other.

Throughout our lives, pain visits us in turns. There isn't a human alive that hasn't been touched by pain. We all carry scars and wounds, but only some rise to the surface to be seen and commented on. Simply put, the story of pain is common to us all.

In life, tragedy and loss happen every single day and nobody is immune. There are only two certainties in this world. You are born into this life and you will also be taken from it too. Some will be taken without warning and some will be taken slowly. It is the cruelest of certainties and also the most powerful. You will grieve for the loss but you will also become a stronger person for the gift of love and memories that you received.

Me not caring, nobody caring that I was crying. Nobody caring that I wasn’t going to be okay.

Oh, doctor. I think I’m sick I need some penis-cilin.” I fake cough again into my hand.

Maybe nothing could extinguish the yearning of human love; maybe it travelled on for ever, through the darkness. Like the light from dead stars.

when she needs me, you can best believe I’ll be there. So, I suggest you let what I’ve just said to you soak in a little.

Everyone is important. When you know that and believe it and act upon it, everything and everyone around you will feel at peace with you.

Exhibit A TO Z: The root of everything that has gone wrong in my life. Like falling for people without thinking things through.

Since the news was out about my MS, out with my Dad, my friends, and soon with Hanna, it emerged in the real world. Like a boggart from Harry Potter's world, it took shape in front of me. Unmoving, but relentlessly forcing itself into my thoughts. My MS, it was real now. I didn't want to climb the ladder to finish painting the room. I was scared to. I wasn't part of any Hogwarts houses, because there wasn't a house for people who'd rather tuck away, overwhelmed with fear.

I could have killed her!’ she exclaimed. And the next thing Tristan knew, he was flying across the water and pulled into one of her outstretched hands, where she shook him violently. ‘Do you get that?!’ The lovely, furious queen raged as she jostled him. His teeth rattled. ‘I was prepared to-’ ‘Fight.’ Tristan said, covering her hand with his own, using his strength to force down her movements, breathing heavily. ‘For me.’ He smiled at her tenderly, not allowing her to break the gaze. ‘For once.

She couldn’t have been the right one for me.

Even though we were going to be continents apart in two days, we knew we weren’t going to be apart.

I love you, my Little Lamb. Pain may be my addiction, but I would sooner die than see you suffer.

I fell in love with your mind, before I even thought about falling in love with your body.

I push back against him, meeting his forceful pounds with my eager pu*sy. Riding the razors edge of climactic heaven.

To Love you Is to Receive a Glimpse of Heaven.

Faithfulness is my promise to love you forever

Evoke your "Me". It has been hidden & suppressed for way too long.

No leaf falls without His knowledge, nor is there a single grain in the darkness of the earth, or anything, fresh or withered, that is not written in a clear record.

You're not tasked with the outcome. That's in Allah's hands. Yours is the effort.

Anger isn't wrong. What we do with it is what matters.

With hardship will come ease. With hardship will come ease. With hardship will come ease.

You cut me Now I sit, sharpening my blad One day I will loom, a shadow no more Silence your hate, leave it shredded Strewn around your feet The only sign I've roared my pain: You Cut Down

Death had come frequently to the bleak village where the family lived. Indeed, death had been a regular visitor in their own house, taking seven of Chase’s twelve brothers and sisters before their fifth birthdays. Whenever, he thought of these children, it was to imagine an inexorable shadow advancing over their tiny forms, at length to darken hearts and eyes.

In life, tragedy and loss happen every single day and nobody is immune. There are only two certainties in this world. You are born into this life and you will also be taken from it too. Some will be taken without warning and some will be taken slowly. It is the cruelest of certainties and also the most powerful. You will grieve for the loss but you will also become a stronger person for the gift of love and memories that you received

It was the tick marks above my bed, underneath the bunk on top of mine, that got me thinking about when I'd last extended my hand to anyone. Or anyone extended their hand to me. Someone who lived in the dorm before me had recorded their days at university like a prison sentence, carving into the wooden slats under Jarred's bed, and, one night a week ago, reaching up to run a finger over the tallies, I touched the gnawing in me. I realized it had worked its way around inside, gouging, for a while. It must be a hole I've carried since the start of freshman year. (Though sometimes I wonder if it carried over from years before that.) Simple tally marks etched with a pocketknife woke me to my hollowness.

A smell hit me- sharp, garlicky, vinegary. Pulling out all four flaps revealed a casserole dish, the clear glass lid resting atop plain white rice. The condensation on the lid indicated this had been made very recently. Valimma, my grandmother, stepped onto the driveway behind me. "That is Simeona's food, moleh. She just called to say her son dropped it off on the driveway." Valimma spoke her English slowly but surely, with a lilt that was the result of years socializing with neighbors from a variety of backgrounds. "Simeona can't come to Thursday Club today but still wanted to send her delicious shrimp adobo." "This is just rice, Valimma." I pointed at the casserole dish. "Check under. The tasty mix, the bountiful flavor, must be below." Sure enough, under the rice container was another, shallower dish housing large shrimps coated in dark brown sauce. Yup, sharp, garlicky, vinegary.

Okay, my dear, everything is okay I am with you and everything will be alright. I know how weary you've grown but it's time to lay it all down. Come here come into my arms let my fingers remind you that you are safe and my lips remind you that you are loved and let's forget about it all. Let me take you away lay your head back against my chest let me take you somewhere better somewhere that deserves you.

So she’s being me?” “In a fun way. She’s good at improv.

I wasn’t part of any Hogwarts houses, because there wasn’t a house for people who’d rather tuck away, overwhelmed with fear.

Inara what if I’m not in there?’ said Skedi as she traced her finger down ‘s’, ‘sk’, ‘ske’. He was half-listening for footsteps on the stairs. What would happen if they were caught? Would Telle’s smuggling be discovered? Would they undo everything? ‘I’m a small god of small power.’ Most gods lived and died for only a village, or a tree, or a well, only loved by few and mourned by fewer.

It’s just a few days for my favorite girls to go enjoy themselves.” She again didn’t say anything, and I could’ve sworn I heard George gulp, most likely terrified. She seethed into the phone, “We’ll go on your little trip, Russel, but just know I’m onto you… I know you’re hiding something from me, and the second I find out what, it’s not going to be pretty.” She hung up, and I sighed as I looked down at my phone. “God, I love you, woman.

abundant feeling of your presence in front of Allah is enjoy full solitude state where you are in bodily on earth and souly at somewhere on universe

Baby, you can do this. You were born to sing, Neva. Your voice can bring life to the lifeless, love to the loveless and maybe even mend a broken heart. If you can’t do this for you, do it for me. Sing life back into me. Bring me back from my lifeless existence.

I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you. I will always love you, Neva.

You have ripped my fucking heart out, Neva and what’s worse is that I love you far too fucking much to hate you for it.

Melupakan tak akan mudah,Walaupun kau tlah yakin merelakan

Coaching me in the Venetian pronunciation, he explained that the word itself was a local invention. In La Serenissima’s glittering heyday, correspondents signed letters, “Il Suo schiavo” (“your slave”). Meeting on the street, acquaintances would bow and repeat the same ingratiating words. However, in the Venetian dialect, which softens the hard sound of sch (pronounced sk in other regions) to a chewy sh (as in “show”), Suo schiavo came out sciao, which melted into ciao as it migrated to other parts of Italy.

You have no idea that I have been in love with you from the moment I held you for the first time. When you were just ten years old.

Ivyanne laughed. ‘It’s not like that,’ she assured them. ‘It’s just like... really great ice cream.’ She flicked her tail, propping herself up further out of the water. ‘You know when you go to Baskin Robins, and you can have as many flavors as you want? Sometimes you try new ones... but almost always, there’s at least two you love that just don’t go together in a banana split?’ ‘Like rum and raisin, and apple sorbet,’ Joyce said quickly. Ivyanne nodded. ‘Exactly. One’s sweet, one’s savory. And you end up standing there for the longest time, trying to pick which one you can go without…’ She shrugged. ‘That’s what this is like. When they’re together, they completely kill my appetite. But when I’m enjoying one…’ she sighed wistfully. ‘I can’t remember what the other tasted like.

Faithfulness is my promise to love you forever

I can give not what men call love but wilt thou accept not the worship the heart lifts above and the heavens reject not- the desire of the moth for the star Of the night for the morrow the devotion of something afar from the sphere of our sorrow? ലോകര്‍ പേര്‍ പറയുന്ന പ്രേമമെന്നത് നിന/ ക്കേകുവാന്‍ ഞാനെന്നിരിക്കിലും ഭദ്രേ!/സ്വീകരിക്കുകയില്ലേയെന്‍ ഹൃദ്യോത്സര്‍പ്പണം / സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗവും നിരാകരിക്കാത്തതാമാരാധനം/ പാറ്റക്ക് വിന്‍താരയോടുള്ളതാമഭിലാഷം/ രാത്രിക്ക് പിറ്റെന്നാളോടുള്ളതാമത്യാസക്തി/ ഹാ വിദൂരതയിലോന്നിനു വേണ്ടി ശോക / ഭൂവില്‍ നിന്നുയരുന്ന ഭക്തിനിര്‍ഭരമോഹം

said, “Is it so hard to believe anyone could love you, Eris? Is it so hard to believe I could fall for you just because you're you? You're everything I could ever want. You're pure and brave and honest and strong, you're quick and intelligent and dedicated. You take nothing for granted and yet you live life on your own terms. If all of that isn't enough, we can discuss what you do to me

sayings like, “Once you go black, you never go back.” But black represents darkness too, does it not? Black cats equal bad luck, Black Tuesday represents the start of the Great Depression, black eye, blackmail, the black hole.

I was the special one with the light–colored eyes and the lighter complexion. I was the one he hated and despised.

He placed the gun right above his kneecap and pulled the trigger.

She was singing to him some slow song that I didn’t know; maybe Celine Dion or something. My baby has weird taste in music.

Ehi". Aprii gli occhi e vidi la sua testa abbassata verso la mia. "Stai bene?" Scacciai in fretta le lacrime. "Sì, sto bene." "Io ti sono al fianco, Greyson" disse, baciandomi la fronte con dolcezza. Ti sono al fianco. Non avevo mai sentito parole tanto belle.

Josh growled… and yes, he literally growled at me and said, “Sweets, so help me, don’t you dare fucking move.

No, I’m not… and after that, if I haven’t bent you over my knee and laid my hand to your ass by then, I’m going to fuck some sense into you.

Following Zayneb into the classroom, I felt like the birds on her hijab; light and intent on soaring".

Mohammed bin Salman developed a fascination with consultants when he was setting up his own companies and his MiSK foundation before his father became king. One idea he loved was the creation of key performance indicators, soon to be known throughout the ministries and government-linked companies as “KPIs.” Mohammed didn’t respond to strategies that weren’t backed up by numbers. He had an impressive memory for them as well, often recounting to underlings forecasts they had showed him months beforehand to prove he had a strong understanding of the underlying issues.

Everyone is important. When you know that and believe and act upon it, everything and everyone around upou will feel at peace with you

Then I got to thinking: Was there any use? Of just hanging around with her? When it wouldn’t come to anything?

Bye, this girl I met on a plane who showed up at my house, who showed up in my heart.

I vowed to enjoy the good days. And the good in every day.

He looked down at me with such love in his eyes that I could feel my whole self flushing.

When I get married, my wife and my family will belong to me. It’s that simple. I will take care of them because that’ll be my job and my responsibility and no one else’s. I will supply their every need. I will protect them, struggle for them, and I will live for them. That’s what I mean about being in control. I will be the head of my household. That’s not up for a debate or discussion. It’s how I was raised.

But you do know it’s the neck that turns the head.

Your sheer presence in the world makes it so beautiful & colourful. Believe it

Self-love is the best gift you can give to yourself.

When you live every moment of your life loving yourself, the world can be conquered! Try it and you will not regret doing that.

When the realisation that "I matter" dawns in, things start shifting for you.