William Allingham Quotes

Maria is the best reason to come home.

No matter where I am in the world, I will always be back home for Christmas.

There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.

I mean I love my family very much, but there is a difference when you're reuniting with your family outside of your hometown and reuniting in the family home.

I love to go home to my kids. I don't have that lull in my life when I didn't have them.

The objective is not just to save the crew or just to get the ship up, but the superobjective is to get back home to the family and protect the family.

And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden and the earth and the sun. When Cassandra opened her eyes, she realized she was crying. She wasn't sad, though, these were the tears of being found, of having come home after a long time away.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

Before you went to work this morning in the city, did you spend some time with your family? Did you kiss your wife and tell her that she's pretty?

The meanest hut with love in it is a palace fit for the gods, and a palace without love is a den only fit for wild beasts.

No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.

He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You’re going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.

I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turn over or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke and watched me, something forever anyway. I wanted to kiss you, rumple your hair, rest three fingertips on your hip bone warm and smooth, wake you that way or hush you back to sleep.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

We stare into each other's eyes and softly kiss speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers than words will allow us to say. Words can't say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, - these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.

And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.

It doesn't matter what you all think, what you all say about me, because when I go home at night, the same people that I look in the face, my family that I love, that's all that really matters to me.

But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home.

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

With a kiss you can strip me defenseless.