Beautiful love Quotes

“If she knew how beautiful love is, she would already put it in a box, seal, and preserve it.So she could smell it whenever she wants.”

“Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!”

“Yes, I am an author. I have written some beautiful love stories and witnessed some ugly relationships.”

“Pour yourself completely into you and what brings you joy and moves you toward your goals. No one deserves your beautiful love and attention more than you!”

“Loving yourself is the most fulfilling and beautiful love that life has to offer.Unfortunately, we're all looking to love someone else..we're all looking to be loved by someone else, first.”

“In that moment, hell may have ascended,Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom.”

“All Armand’s life Honoré had lived in light. Unchallenged….Armand put out his hand, and touched the door. The last room, the last door [in the longhouse]. The last territory to explore didn't hold monstrous hate or bitterness or rancid resentments. It held love. Blinding, beautiful love.”

“Biggest truth of life , which we all must accept.how beautiful love looks in movies and in books in real life it's absolutely opposite.more than 90 % people play game on the name of love and more than 90% people get betrayed.in real life love there is no respect or love and there is no value of beloved person feeling and emotions.many people come out from hell and start new life but the dirty part of it this many of die in that pain which another no one can not understand and can not feel.”

“And still, still, there is more to describe- we paint because drawing breath is an agony and exhaling an ecstasy and somewhere in the space in-between we think we once found a truth; and the eternal part of us desires to share this truth at all costsonly it's never quite how we pictured it, and it's never quite received the way we wantand the paint drips with our own blood the handles of our brushes are our own bonesour own tears become the words to our most beautiful love songs and we know we'll never get it right before we die-getting up every morning and facing our own limited truth is a courage so divine most men quell and women stay enslaved in silence.”