The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
My husband is the love of my life.
When two souls have finally found each other, there is established between them a union which begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.
I have died everyday, waiting for you.
Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.
Death is but a transition from this life to another existence where there is no more pain and anguish. All the bitterness and disagreements will vanish, and the only thing that lives forever is love.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.
I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.
You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.
Because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source. There is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being.
Love can touch us one time And last for a life time And never let go till We're gone.
Our souls were one, if you must know and never shall they be apart; with splendid dawn, your face aglow i reach for you and find my heart
Man's only true happiness is to live in hope of something to be won by him. Reverence something to be worshipped by him, and love something to be cherished by him, forever.
Love is the last light spoken.
I've always said I'm going to get married only once.
There is lasting kindness in Heaven when no kindness is found upon earth.
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
