And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the read more

And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the
Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son
whom he receiveth.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made read more

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph read more

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, read more

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When read more

When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.