Price Of Love Quotes

Are you ready to cut off your head and place your foot on it? If so, come;

Love awaits you! Love is not grown in a garden, nor sold in the marketplace; whether you are a king or a servant, the price is your head, and nothing less. Yes, the cost of the elixir of love is your head! Do you hesitate? 0 miser, It is cheap at that price!

Are you ready to cut off your head and place your foot on it? If so, come;

Love awaits you! Love is not grown in a garden, nor sold in the marketplace; whether you are a king or a servant, the price is your head, and nothing less. Yes, the cost of the elixir of love is your head! Do you hesitate? 0 miser, It is cheap at that price!

Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love.

The devil has convinced so many people that they are worthless.

Each of us needs to stop and remember the cross-at the cross we will discover our true value-for it is here that we discover the price God was willing to pay for us, the depth of His love, and how much we are worth to Him.

Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness.

It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.

The things that will destroy America are prosperity-at-any-price, peace-at-any-price, safety-first instead of duty-first, the love of soft living, and the get-rich-quick theory of life.

For anything worth having one must pay the price;

and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice -- no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

One wants to be loved, in lack thereof admired, in lack thereof feared, in lack thereof loathed and despised. One wants to instill some sort of emotion in people. The soul trembles before emptiness and desires contact at any price.

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.

When you are older you will understand how precious little things, seemingly of no value in themselves, can be loved and prized above all price when they convey the love and thoughtfulness of a good heart.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

I love charity thrift stores. Amazing one-of-a-kind pieces at terrific prices, and all the money you spend goes to a good cause.

A work of art wastes away and becomes lustreless in surroundings where it has a price but not a value. It radiates only when surrounded by love. It is bound to wilt in a world where the rich have no time and the cultivated no money. But it never harmonizes with borrowed greatness.

If we evolved a race of Isaac Newtons, that would not be progress.

For the price Newton had to pay for being a supreme intellect was that he was incapable of friendship, love, fatherhood, and many other desirable things. As a man he was a failure; as a monster he was superb.

To be pure, to remain pure, can only come at a price, the price of knowing God and loving him enough to do his will. He will always give us the strength we need to keep purity as something as beautiful for him.

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought.

For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

That's a terrible price to pay because you loved life so much, with the intensity of a thousand suns, and the women and all of it - and then it's all taken away from you. You end up walking the hallways of always to a place called tedium and apathy, day after day after day. Years go by.

How truly blessed we shall be if at the price of even very great sacrifices we shall have made God known and loved by one more soul!

Love is extravagant in the price it is willing to pay, the time it is willing to give, the hardships it is willing to endure, and the strength it is willing to spend. Love never thinks in terms of "how little," but always in terms of "how much." Love gives, love knows, and love lasts.

Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.

It costs so much to be a full human being that there are very few who have the Love and the courage to pay the price. One has to abandon altogether the search for security and reach out to the risks of living with both arms. One has to embrace life.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors;

it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

Love is...like a spring coming up out of the ground of our own depths. "I am gift." All that I am is something that's given, and given freely. Being doesn't cost anything. There's no price tag, no strings attached.

I did toy with the idea of doing a cook-book.

. . . I think a lot of people who hate literature but love fried eggs would buy it if the price was right.

The price of love is only love, ... one must love if one desires to be loved.

I never meet anybody who actually likes the format, and it’s always a source of great concern to me when you’re charging a higher price for something that nobody seems to really say they have any great love for.

The price of shallow sex may be a corresponding loss of capacity for deep love.

My sisters and I miss our dad dreadfully. But grief, of course, is the price of love.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, and that's the price of love.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors;

it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

There are no bad days in the market. When the market is down, you've got bargains, and it's lovely to think of what you are buying at low prices. When the market is up, the bargains have gone, but you're rich.

Fully to surrender to love can be terrifying.

But it is the price life asks in exchange for the possibility of ecstasy.

He saw mankind going through life in a childlike manner.

.. which he loved but also despised.... He saw them toiling, saw them suffering, and becoming gray for the sake of things which seemed to him to be entirely unworthy of this price, for money, for little pleasures, for being slightly honoured.