Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Gordon B. Hinckley

My children and I were at her bedside as she slipped peacefully into eternity. As I held her hand and saw mortal life drain from her fingers, I confess I was overcome. Before I married her, she had been the girl of my dreams, to use the words of a song then popular. She was my dear companion for more than two-thirds of a century, my equal before the Lord, really my superior. And now in my old age, she has again become the girl of my dreams.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Winston Churchill

A love for tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Iris Murdoch

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

-Iris Murdoch

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Bertrand Russell

A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation.

-Bertrand Russell

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Rita Rudner

I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

-Rita Rudner

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Barbara Kingsolver

But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after- oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold an hour in your arms after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead, you rock her by the window, drinking light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down.

- Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Michael Drayton

Must, bid the Morn awake!
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This day's Saint Valentine's.
For that good bishop's sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.

-Michael Drayton (1563 - 1631)