To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty.— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lavish Betrayed Love quotations
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Basic anxiety can be roughly described as a feeling of being small, insignificant, helpless, deserted or endangered in a world that is out to abuse, cheat, humiliate, betray, envy... . And special in this is the child's feeling that the parents' love, their Christian charity, honesty, generosity ... may be only a pretense.
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.
I do here in the most solemn and bitter manner curse the Prime Minister of England [sic] for having cumulated all his other betrayals of the national interest and honour, by his last terrible exhibition of dishonour, weakness and gullibility. The depths of infamy which our accurst "love of peace" can lower us are unfathomable.
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
The church would betray its own love for God and its fidelity to the gospel if it stopped being . . . a defender of the rights of the poor . . . a humanizer of every legitimate struggle to achieve a more just society . . . that prepares the way for the true reign of God in history.
To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal.
Be true to Love. Do not betray Her. Then, on the day that the forest of the mind bursts into flames, you will not run. You will remain silent and still; for this is when Love bears Her sweetest fruit: untouched Presence.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime.
It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you.
Even though we are deceived, still believe.
Though we are betrayed, still forgive. Love completely even those who hate you.
This avoidance of the difficult things of Scripture — of sinfulness and hell and God’s notable severity — is idolatrous and cowardly. If a man or a woman who teaches the Scriptures is afraid to explain to you the severity of God, they have betrayed you, and they love their ego more than they love you.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal.
You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.
I'm not really sure why. But... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger... and I still loved her. I still do.
I'm trying to take culture and put it onstage, demonstrate it is capable of sustaining you. There is no idea that can't be contained by life: Asian life, European life, certainly black life. My plays are about love, honor, duty, betrayal - things humans have written about since the beginning of time.
If I cut you off chances are you handed me the scissors.
Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.
It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.
The trust that I once built has been betrayed.
But I'd rather live tellin' the truth and be judged for my mistakes, than falsely held up, given props, loved and praised.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul.
Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him.
Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.
Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles that nobody knows about.
If I can't enjoy the full and total happiness of love, then I want to drain its torments, its tortures to the dregs; then I want the woman I love to mistreat me, betray me, and the more cruelly the better. That too is a pleasure.
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.
There must be love, and understanding, to betray.
Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
A strong person loves, forgives, walks away, lets go, tries again, perseveres... No matter what life throws at them.
Each man kills the thing he loves.
As the end of the what is called the 'sexual life' the only love which has lasted is the love which has everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.
My love of truth and honesty forces me to notice that the liberal intelligentsia of Western countries is betraying itself where Islam is concerned.
Anna Karenina is just a story about a woman falling in love with a bloke who is not her husband. Its gossip, rubbish - on the other hand, its the deepest story there could be about social transgression, about love, betrayal, duty, children.
I think given the choice between loving Mare - betrayal included - and never knowing her, I'd chose love. I risked, and I lost, but the risk was still worth it.