Love doesn't ask why, speaks from the heart, and never explains.
I love my boys so much I fear my heart will explode. I wonder if this love will crack open my chest and split me in half. It is scary, this love.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
I fell in love with Rwanda the moment I saw those verdant, rolling hills rise up beneath the wings of the plane as we descended toward Kigali airport.
Love, like a tear, rises in the eye and falls upon the breast.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
I don't sing a song unless I feel it. The song don't tug at my heart, I pass on it. I have to believe in what I'm doing.
There ain't no doubt in my mind that love is the finest thing around
In the past, I never wrote any love songs. That was not my thing.
Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine, Thou wilt not laugh at poets.
A heart-felt prayer is not recitation with the lips. It is a yearning from within which expresses itself in every word, every act, nay every thought of people.
Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.
Singing connects the mind with the heart and the heart with the soul. So sing. I dare you!
You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.
People think the blues is sad. They hear people moaning and such. That's not the blues. That's just somebody singing slow...The blues is about truth-telling.
You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
Now shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue.
I said on numerous occasions how I feel about my father. I love him with all my heart.
Love cannot be taught, it can only be caught.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
But remember this if nothing else: I love you more than there are words or stars. I love you more than there are thoughts and feelings. I love you more than there are seconds or moments gone or to come. I love you.
It is the color which love wears, and cheerfulness, and joy--these three. It is the light in the window of the face by which the heart signifies to father, husband, or friend that it is at home and waiting.
People in love look into each other's souls, and it is that feeling that I try to capture when I sing.
When I think of my God, my heart dances within me for joy, and then my music has to dance, too.
