Joni Eareckson Tada Quotes

Yes, romance has found it's way into my heart in the past.

It basically comes down to that word: Love. I guess that's what it's all about.

Being in love, and I'm not an expert in this, I've lived it as much as anyone has, but I've not dissected it.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved, just to love and be loved.

Any story is better with a little love in it, right?

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element by the psychical convergence of the universe upon itself.

To me, the best love songs work on two - maybe three - different levels, where you're talking about the person who you're right opposite, and all the people like that.

Everyone can resonate with love.

There are many doors to the heart.

I often think about what love can inspire in the world, not just in the eyes of the object of your affection.

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.

Ah, Evie,” she heard him say softly, “I must have a heart, after all…because right now it aches like the devil.” “Only your heart?” she asked ingenuously, making him laugh. He lowered her to the bed, his eyes sparkling wickedly. “Also a few other things,” he conceded. “And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches.

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. “I don’t think I’m that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.” “You know what I mean.” Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’m sweet because you make it easy to be sweet.