Quotes about Love

Love is an amazing thing. It takes the brokenness, the scars, the pain, the darkness, everything, and makes it all new.

But love is a difficult thing to kill. Actually, it's the only thing in this universe or any other that you can't kill. No weapon that has ever been made can put a dent in it. You might punch it, stab it, whip it, and hang it out to dry—you can even drive a spear through it, pierce its very heart. But all you're going to get is blood and water, because love gives birth to love.

if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.

Hate is a powerful weapon. But it is powerless when it comes to cutting chains off the human heart.

The only true language in the world is a kiss... When the pleasure is simple and complete... in the offering.

Some are wrestling with painful words spoken over them by someone they love or walking around in chains of their own making.

You and I... we never really finished our conversation, but I can tell you this... living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn't mean you're half alive. It means you're half dead. And... that's no way to live.

Hatred and anger does not kill hatred and anger.

Something only God can do. He both broke and filled my heart at the same time. I still don't understand that.

Just because something is broken doesn't mean it's no good. Doesn't mean you throw it away. It just means it's broken, and broken is okay. I wanted to tell her that broken is still beautiful, still works, still wakes me in the morning, and at the end of every day past and those to come, I can love broken.

Sometimes I think that hell is two places: it's a place you end up, but it's also a place that you live before you get there. I don't know if the devil's got horns and a spear for a tail, but I don't think that's the point. The point is that hell is separate from love. If Lucifer knows anything, he knows that. And ever since Emma left, I'd known the same thing. It's a lonely, desolate place.

Here's the truth: No matter what happened on the stage tonight, no matter where you went when you drove out of here, no matter where you end up, no matter what happens, what you become, what you gain, what you lose, whether you succeed or fail, stand or fall, no matter what you dip your hands into...no gone is too far gone. You can always come home. And when you do, you'll find me standing right here, arms wide, eyes searching for your return. I love you.