Vd Love Quotes

I love you more than a hooker loves free VD testing day at the clinic

Did you ever hear one of those corny, positive messages on someone's answering machine? 'Hi, it's a great day and I'm out enjoying it right now. I hope you are too. The thought for the day is share the love. Beep.' 'Uh, yeah, this is the VD clinic… speaking of being positive, your test is back. Stop sharing the love.

I love you more than a hooker loves free VD testing day at the clinic," she told me drunkenly.

Thank you so much, baby. I love you more than a hooker loves free VD testing day at the clinic," she told me drunkenly.

What the Motorcycle Said Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackerty-am-m, OM, AM: All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter- Am, the world’s my oyster. I hate plastic, wear it black and slick, hate hardhats, wear one on my head, That’s what the motorcycle said. Passed phonies in Fords, knockede down billboards, landed On the other side of The Gap, and Whee, bypassed history. When I was born (The Past), baby knew best. They shook when I bawled, took Freud’s path, threw away their wrath. R-r-rackety-am-m. Am. War, rhyme, soap, meat, marriage, the Phantom Jet are sh*t, and like that. Hate pompousness, punishment, patience, am into Love, hate middle-class moneymakers, live on Dad, that’s what the motorcycle said. Br-r-r-am-m-m. It’s Nowsville, man. Passed Oldies, Uglies, Straighties, Honkies. I’ll never be mean, tired, or unsexy. Passed cigarette suckers, souses, mother-fuckers, losers, went back to Nature and found how to get VD, stoned. Passed a cow, too fast to hear her moo, “I rolled our leaves of grass into one ball. I am the grassy All.” Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am: All-gr-r-rin, oooohgah, gl-l-utton- Am, the world’s my smilebutton.

V.D. Savarkar disagreed with those Hindus who expected much from the recognition of the common origin of Hindus and Indian Muslims: “Some well-meaning but simple-minded Hindus amuse themselves with the thought … that inasmuch as the majority of Indian Moslems also are in fact allied to us by race and language … they could easily be persuaded to acknowledge this homogeneity and even blood relation with the Hindus and merge themselves into a common National Being if but we only remind them of these affinities and appeal to them in their name. … As if the Moslems do not know it all!! The fact is that the Moslems know of these affinities all but too well: the only difference [is] that while the Hindus love these affinities which bind the Hindu to a Hindu…—the Moslems hate the very mention of them and are trying to eradicate the very memory of it all.

Tell me about yourself," Midori said. "What about me?" "Hmm, I don't know, what do you hate?" "Chicken and VD and barbers who talk too much." "What else?" "Lonely April nights and lacy telephone covers." "What else?" I shook my head. "I can't think of anything else." "My boyfriend - which is to say, my ex-boyfriend - had all kinds of things he hated. Like when I wore too-short skirts, or when I smoked, or how I got drunk too quickly, or said disgusting things, or criticized his friends. So if there's anything about me you don't like, just tell me, and I'll fix it if I can." "I can't think of anything," I said after giving it some thought. "There's nothing." "Really?" "I like everything you wear, and I like what you do and say and how you walk and how you get drunk. Everything." "You mean I'm really OK just the way I am?" "I don't know how you could change, so you must be fine the way you are." "How much do you love me?" Midori asked. "Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter," I said. "Far out," she said with a hint of satisfaction.

The wise react with acceptance; they love without attachments.

The love of knowledge is the philosopher’s curse, therefore, if he wants to reach ‘the kingdom of God’, he has to will himself stupid in order to ‘be like the child’.

Love that does not enhance freedom is love unworthy of entertaining.

The highest form of freedom is the freedom of being, and love that does not compliment freedom is love unworthy of entertaining.

Thought leads to feelings or understanding which propels us beyond the mind and leads us to love.

Feelings are a result of our thoughts. Thought is required for understanding. How can we truly love another if we do not understand ourselves? Therefore, love and compassion has its origin in thought which is the seed that propels us beyond the mind.

Feelings are a result of our thoughts. Thought is required for understanding. How can we truly love another if we do not understand ourselves? Therefore, love and compassion has its origin in directed thought, the seed that propels us beyond our mind.

Feelings are a result of our thoughts. Thought is required for understanding. How can we truly love another if we do not understand ourselves? Therefore, love and compassion have their origin in directed, intentional thought, the seed that propels us beyond our mind and allows us the experience of wholeness.

Feelings are a result of our thoughts. Thought is required for understanding. How can we truly love another if we do not understand ourselves? Therefore, love and compassion have their origin in directed, intentional thought. It is the seed that propels us beyond our mind and allows us the experience of wholeness.

Feelings are a result of our thoughts. Thought is required for understanding. How can we truly love another if we do not understand ourselves? Therefore, love and compassion have their origin in directed, intelligent thought. It is the seed that propels us beyond our mind and allows for the experience of wholeness.

Both pills are false. We are free to choose the path of no path, the middle path. A hierarchy exists even in love and in hate. The bedazzlement of oneself in the consuming fires is what blinds us with our most cherished of values.

The spiritual growth of my family and friends has been painfully marked with dreadful cataclysms, and all the mysterious powers until now tumultuously hidden in the Collective Unconsciousness of my people broke out violently. And this breaking out stirs us up to the depths of my being; it brings out many forms of intense struggle, which is the permanent impact of two conflicting forces, each evidently trying to get the upper hand of the other. Hence, fiercely, here in America ensues a bloody struggle between the traditionalists and modernists, Communists and the Capitalists, the Americans and the Vietnamese, the homo-sexuals and the non-sexuals, sports enthusiasts and artists, so-called Buddhists and so-called Catholics, spiritualists and the materialists, social and selfish, Love and Hate, between War and Peace, truth and falsehood, or, more tragically, between men and women, fathers and mothers, between brothers and sisters.

They love the church but they are unable to feel Jesus. They love the temple but they are unable to conceptualize the Buddha. It is because they cannot bear the Truth and it is not pretty?

They love the church but they are unable to feel Jesus. They love the temple but they are unable to conceptualize the Buddha. Do they dislike themselves?

We love the church but are unable to feel Christ. We love the temple but are unable to conceptualize the Buddha. We shy away from both the church and the temple yet condemn the devil. Do we just have an eternal dislike for ourselves?

We love the church but are unable to feel Christ. We love the temple but are unable to conceptualize and understand the Buddha. We shy away from both the church and the temple yet condemn the Devil. Is it because we are all utterly in a state of ignorance of ourselves?

Myth is reality, reality is love, love is life.

God is myth, myth is reality, reality is love, love is life.

God is myth, Myth is reality, reality is love, love is life. We are not fully alive and so we do not know Love, We do not know love and so we do not care about Reality, We do not care about reality and so we are not familiar with Myth, We are not familiar with myth and so we do not see God.

Beyond the Übermensch is a child who is loved.

Love that is not attached is love without personality, a lukewarm state of limbo which does no one good. Love without attachments is love without character. More accurately love should be both the ability to attach and detach. To embrace positive emotions such as affection, contentment, and compassion, while entertaining the possibility of negative emotions such as sorrow, discontentment and anger. Love is both a commitment to the worldly and to the divine.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

The afterlife is unpredictable. Laugh today cry tomorrow. What is however is that we will all be lying six feet underground or dust blown away in the wind. It does not matter if this is America or Vietnam. The way of beauty is in shared experience. Love is life. Why make things so damn difficult for one another? War has already done its share. Put down the mirror of vanity, careers, status, And enjoy each other's company while it lasts. If one cannot do this, then do not manipulate what has not been worked through with deluded ideas of peace and desirelessness It is avoidance, and we shall regard it as such. ------------------------- Thế giới bên kia là không thể đoán trước. Cười hôm nay khóc ngày mai. Tuy nhiên điều gì là tất cả chúng ta sẽ nằm cách sáu feet dưới lòng đất hoặc bụi thổi bay trong gió. Nó không quan trọng nếu đây là Mỹ hay Việt Nam. Cách làm đẹp là trong trải nghiệm được chia sẻ. Yêu là tạo cơ hội cho cuộc sống. Tại sao làm mọi thứ trở nên khó khăn cho nhau? Chiến tranh đã bị cướp bóc và hư hỏng. Đặt gương của vanity, nghề nghiệp, trạng thái, Và tận hưởng công ty của nhau trong khi nó kéo dài. Nếu người ta không thể làm điều này, thì đừng thao túng những gì đã không được làm việc thông qua với những ý tưởng lừa đảo về hòa bình và không mong muốn Nó là tránh, và chúng ta sẽ coi nó như vậy.

The afterlife is unpredictable. Laugh today cry tomorrow. What is however is that we will all be lying six feet underground or dust blown away in the wind. It does not matter if this is America or Vietnam. The way of beauty is in shared experience. The opportunity of life is love. Why make things so damn difficult for one another? War has already done its share. Put down the mirror of vanity, careers, status, And enjoy each other's company while it lasts. If one cannot do this, then do not manipulate what has not been worked through Ideas of peace and desirelessness are deluded. It is avoidance, and we shall regard it as such. ------------------------- Thế giới bên kia là không thể đoán trước. Cười hôm nay khóc ngày mai. Tuy nhiên điều gì là tất cả chúng ta sẽ nằm dưới lòng đất hoặc bụi thổi bay trong gió. Nó không quan trọng nếu đây là Mỹ hay Việt Nam. Cách làm đẹp là trong trải nghiệm được chia sẻ. Yêu là tạo cơ hội cho cuộc sống. Tại sao làm mọi thứ trở nên khó khăn cho nhau? Chiến tranh đã bị cướp bóc và hư hỏng. Đặt gương tính cách hư ảo, nghề nghiệp, trạng thái, Và tận hưởng công ty của nhau trong khi nó kéo dài. Nếu người ta không thể làm điều này, thì đừng thao túng những gì đã không được làm việc thông qua với những ý tưởng lừa đảo về hòa bình và không mong muốn Nó là tránh, và chúng ta sẽ coi nó như vậy.

Love is beauty like a pair of worn and callused hands that have labored for care Love is protection like a wolf and her cubs huddled in the cold winter night around an open fire Love is understanding Like a smile that radiates from a child’s face after the well tears of has been siphoned Love is truth in a way one burns away in order to give way to new.

The most genuine things are often also the rarest One needs to cherish and treasure them love them and protect them because like diamonds, they reflect our own beauty and sense of worth back to us, they might be the most valuable thing that one ever stumbles across.

The most genuine things are often also the rarest One needs to cherish and treasure them love them and protect them because like diamonds, they reflect our own beauty and sense of worth back to us, and are the most valuable thing that one will ever stumble across.

Love is not for one's own vanity. It is not the paint that adorns a facade Nor is it to be feigned in order elevate one's own lot Love is the immersion of oneself into that of another being. To see oneself in another. The recognition of both unity and hierarchy underneath each carefully constructed identity or appearance. It is an understanding that causes one to say, 'that too, is me or could very well be me.' To listen with complete awareness and give attention to another's story. To share and care for well-being in the face of your own. Clearing debris in the path so that we all could walk it with more clarity and ease. To me that is love.

Dodging a doomsday event love is funky energies every action counts in order to secure a future.

Dodging a doomsday event love is funky energies every action counts to secure a future.

Loving a person's mind is more important than valuing their body.

At the end of time is a child who learns what love is.

I love humans, but I am dissatisfied with humanity.

Beyond the Übermensch awaits a child who learns what love really is.

Love is not for one's own vanity. It is not the paint that adorns a facade Nor is it to be feigned in order elevate one's own lot Love is the immersion of oneself into that of another being. To see oneself in another. The recognition of the unity underneath each carefully constructed identity or appearance. It is an understanding that causes one to say, "that too, is me or could very well be me." To listen with complete awareness and to give attention to another's story. To share and care for well-being in the face of your own. Clearing debris in the path so that we all could walk it with more clarity and ease. To me that is love.

Feelings of deep love coincides with a feeling of deep sadness. The two are inseparable. How can they not be? Love forms from the void that lies within ourselves which contains the knowledge that it is all for nothing. For this reason, many people refuse to confront and accept love. Those who are aware of it try to accept it the way they can. There is irony in that love is what drives us to continue to live.

I love humans, but am ashamed of humanity.

Beyond the Übermensch is a child who learns what love is.

Love is beauty love is protection love is understanding.

Patience is a beautiful expression of true love. And those who can wait for one another are always the ones who love truly and deserve respect.

The culture of the future will be one that will not involve the aristocracy, peasants, merchants or ownership of land, for these will be of minimal value once all leisure has been met. Instead hierarchy will be ordered according to the preservation and enactment of the same primal virtues and principles that have been humanity's calling for the ages. A society of strong individualistic archetypes, separate but whole, individuals who will tilt their heads before truth, be present to only beauty, and cooperate with love.

Love transitions into authenticity when one begins to see the beauty in another's scars.

Beyond the Übermensch is a child who learns how to love.

One way to understand one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's thoughts, and in doing so, we set ourselves on a path that will allow us fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, to love, and to serve God.

Love is not for one's own vanity. It is not the paint that adorns a facade Nor is it to be feigned in order elevate one's own lot Love is the immersion of oneself into that of another being. To see oneself in another. The recognition of both unity and hierarchy underneath each carefully constructed identity or appearance. It is an understanding that causes one to say, 'that too, is me or could very well be me.' To listen with complete awareness and give attention to another's story. To share and care for well-being in the face of your own. Clearing debris in the path so that we all could walk it with more clarity and ease. It is is something that seeks form and definition but can only be felt.

Love is not for one's own vanity. It is not the paint that adorns a facade Nor is it to be feigned in order elevate one's own lot Love is the immersion of oneself into that of another being. To see oneself in another. The recognition of both unity and hierarchy underneath each carefully constructed identity or appearance. It is an understanding that causes one to say, 'that too, is me or could very well be me.' To listen with complete awareness and give attention to another's story. To share and care for well-being in the face of your own. Clearing debris in the path so that we all could walk it with more clarity and ease. It is freedom which is the highest joy It is is something that seeks form and definition but can only be felt.

Dating is a convoluted ritual involving indecisives who don't know what they want – resources or a family – because love and companionship can be born between any persons.

Love is beauty love is protection love is understanding love is nothing and everything.

Loving a person's mind is more important than valuing a person's body.

Love is beauty, love is protection, love is understanding, love is Nothing.

Love is something that seeks form but can only be felt Love is not for one's own vanity. It is not the paint that adorns a facade Nor is it to be feigned in order elevate one's own lot Love is the immersion of oneself into that of another being. To see oneself in another. The recognition of both unity and hierarchy underneath each carefully constructed identity or appearance. It is an understanding that causes one to say, 'that too, is me or could very well be me.' To listen with complete awareness and give attention to another's story. To share and care for well-being in the face of your own. Clearing debris in the path so that we all could walk it with more clarity and ease. To me that is love

Love is not for one's own vanity. It is not the paint that adorns a facade Nor is it to be feigned in order elevate one's own lot Love is the immersion of oneself into that of another being. To see oneself in another. The recognition of both unity and hierarchy underneath each carefully constructed identity or appearance. It is an understanding that causes one to say, 'that too, is me or could very well be me.' To listen with complete awareness and give attention to another's story. To share and care for well-being in the face of your own. Clearing debris in the path so that we all could walk it with more clarity and ease. It is freedom ultimate joy We seek it in form and definition but it can only be felt.

Love moves into the realm of authenticity when one learns to embrace human imperfections, both visible and invisible, and perceive them as the state of perfection regardless of status quo.

One way to understand one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's thoughts and in doing so, fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, love, and to serve God.

One way to understand one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's thoughts, and in doing so, we fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, love, and to serve God.

One way to understand one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's thoughts, and in doing so, we fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, to love, and to serve God.

One way to understand one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's mind and thus, fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, love, and to serve God.

A method to understand one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's thoughts, and in doing so, fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, love, and to serve God.

One path to understanding one's true nature is by going back in time to one’s earliest memories, the roots of one’s mind. This comprehension is necessary to order one's thoughts, and in doing so, we fulfill our soul's true nature – to know, love, and to serve God.

Love — an illusion that has forgotten that it is an illusion.

He who loves love, loves the Truth.

Quando ti ho visto la prima volta, mi sono detto: Dio mi ha fatto uno scherzo di cattivo gusto. Finalmente avevo trovato qualcuno da amare senza restrizioni, ma era un ragazzino. Poi però ci siamo conosciuti e amati

Quando ama, lo fa incondizionatamente, dà tutto. Il suo cuore, il suo corpo, la sua anima. Quando lui ama, tutto quello che puoi fare è rendergli l’amore cento volte tanto; quando lui ama, hai l’impressione che il mondo sia più bello; quando lui ama, tutto quello che devi fare è lasciarti andare verso di lui. Ma non credo che tu potrai farne quello che vorrai, è maturato e ha carattere.

«Che giovane cinico sei. L’amore è meraviglioso, ragazzo mio. Quando si è innamorati è come se la vita prendesse dei colori che non esistono sulla terra, è come volare, come se niente e nessuno potesse farti del male. L’amore è uno stato di grazia, ragazzo mio.»

Quando sarebbe stato pronto a ristabilire il contatto con l'amore, avrebbe avuto bisogno di qualcuno di forte, amorevole e comprensivo. Tutto ciò glielo avrebbe dato Marc, poiché lui aveva sentito tutta la forza dell’amore che l’uomo provava per suo fratello.

Love can be found, but true love has to be built.

Condition is worth, love is utility.

Care is worth, love is utility.

Once upon a time, women were once birds who flew above clouds and danced among branches. They were songstresses whose voices were able to calm the most violent of storms, and nurture, not tame, the wildest of beasts. Through time, women grew weary and forgot who they were, both their ability to fly and their songs. Men of nobility then embarked on a quest for the chalice of eternal Truth and Love, in hopes that women will someday drink from it in order to regain their magic and heal mankind.

Love is both the expression of life and its silent killer.

A man puts his woman on a pedestal because he loves her for who she is; a woman does so because she loves him for the way he makes her feel.

To love is to give, and women were given childbirth in order to learn compassion. Without it, they would settle in the role as takers, devoid of any knowledge of suffering.

Even in love and in hate, hierarchy is necessary.

During the harshest of winters, the mind becomes strong. The warmth of love, be it through meditative or social practice, can help one transcend it through our perception.

In the harshness of winter, the mind adapts and becomes strong, too strong. The warmth experienced from love, be it through meditative or social practice, can help one transcend it through perception.

Our bodies determine our sex, our minds our gender. The West proclaims its love for nature but in reality it is allergic to its medicine. In cases of question, chemicals are being introduced to block harmones at an early age in order to conform the body to the mind. Gender can be considered a symptom of the personality or an aspect of the soul. One's personality or essence, like a stream of water, takes on many forms throughout our lives. Due to the nature of its fluidity, it will run its course until it is emptied into the ocean, if freedom allows it to do so.

Our bodies determine our sex, our minds determine our gender. The West proclaims its love for nature but in reality it is allergic to its medicine. In cases of question, chemicals are being introduced to block harmones at an early age in order to conform the body to the mind. Gender can be considered a symptom of the personality or an aspect of the soul. One's personality or essence, like a stream of water, takes on many forms throughout our lives. Due to the nature of its fluidity, it will run its course until it is emptied into the ocean, if freedom allows it to do so.

We make eternal what we love.

The West proclaims its love for nature but in reality it is allergic to its medicine. Our bodies determine our sex and our minds our gender. In the case of confusion, chemicals are being introduced to block harmones at an early age in order to conform body to mind. In the East, it is recognized as a symptom of personality or an aspect of the soul. The personality or essence, like a stream of water takes many forms throughout our lives, and with its fluidity, is allowed to run its course.

For realized man, love is important but secondary to what is referred to as 'war brides'. This is the woman who comes into one's possession after a hard-fought battle; love enters the realm of 'meaning'.

I have the same love & hate relationship with religion as I do with comic books.

The sun shines brighter, The sky is blue, Flowers bloom. I'm happier Not because I'm in love, but because I love you.