I love you so much.
We love our parents, siblings and friends.
First of all, I married Alex because I love him.
Love you too, Mom.
If he didn't love you, he wouldn't care.
I love you too.
I love thinking about the future.
It's great and I love it.
Let us all be a happy family and love one another.
"Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out," she replied.
"Natasha," he said, "you know that I love you, but..."
You couldn't even say I love you.
It was a great love affair.
"I love you," she said.
Anyone who has a child knows the love and concern parents feel for their offspring.
There he cared for them with love and kindness; but no word did he speak in their hearing.
You are in love with me?
And she's in love with Boris already.
"I love you too, sweetie," Carmen answered.
Such people eventually succeed, sometimes through persistence, but often through the unconditional love and support of others.
I am not saying if you love digging ditches, you should do something else.
But I love "The Jungle Book" and "Wild Animals I Have Known."
You know I love taking care of Tammy.
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Since his wife left, he's avoided relationships because he's afraid of giving his heart again only to drive another love away.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
Don't get me wrong: I love technology.
I knew because I was in love with you.
"And they have no hearts; so they can't love anyone – not even themselves," declared the boy.
Why the boys should drive away, Little maidens from their play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That's the thing I never could tell.
Did he love Mrs. Barnett?
Alex was a love child - of that she was certain.
I'd love to go.
But this I know, I love to play In the meadow, among the hay-- Up the water, and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
Whether you love it or hate it, do you doubt it will happen?
As for the religion and love of art of the builders, it is much the same all the world over, whether the building be an Egyptian temple or the United States Bank.
And many other stories are told of this man's great love and pity for the timid creatures which lived in the fields and woods.
I made romantic plans of love and happiness with her!
"Well, supposing I do love him?" thought Princess Mary.
I think I love him.
She could understand nothing, think of nothing and feel nothing, except passionate love for her father, love such as she thought she had never felt till that moment.
I love life--I love this grass, this earth, this air....
I understand that you could not, and cannot, think of yourself, but with my love for you I must do so....
He smiled at the recollection of that time and of his love for Natasha, and passed at once to what now interested him passionately and exclusively.
It won't make any difference to you whether they are adopted or biological - not in how much you love them or how you treat them.
The mainspring is vanity, assisted by the love of garlic and bread and butter.
Glory, the good of society, love of a woman, the Fatherland itself--how important these pictures appeared to me, with what profound meaning they seemed to be filled!
The three great sorrows of his life held his attention in particular: his love for a woman, his father's death, and the French invasion which had overrun half Russia.
What causes a parent to love one child more than another?
It was a great love story - the sexuality of the players is inconsequential.
Link love spells, free love spells, love charms and love potions together in the same area of the book.
"No one can love a person he's afraid of," asserted Dorothy.
I love old cars.
They laid their treasures at my feet, and I accepted them as we accept the sunshine and the love of our friends.
Who does not love liberty and equality?
I believed in some ideal love which was to keep her faithful to me for the whole year of my absence!
You love him very much.
"I love you," he whispered against her ear, nuzzling it.
Sure, I'd love to go explore the woods with you, but let's forget about my legs.
Not only making out - she was falling in love with him.
The love song has been the most enduring and endearing pop music art form.
Vengeance or the path of true love - which will Lydia choose?
"I've always loved the piglets," she said; "but they don't love me."
They have something they love and want to do, but if market forces are not such that they can support themselves doing that, they have to do something else.
"Light! give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.
I love their affectionate ways and the eloquent wag of their tails.
I have known him since I was eight, and my love for him has increased with my years.
Give father and mother a great deal of love and many hugs and kisses for me.
Teacher sends her love too.
I love you very dearly, because you have taught me so many lovely things about flowers, and birds, and people.
His love and care are written all over the walls of nature.
It is clear that the man who advocates the conclusion of a peace, and that the Minister should command the army, does not love our sovereign and desires the ruin of us all.
"I not only understood her, but it was just that inner, spiritual force, that sincerity, that frankness of soul-- that very soul of hers which seemed to be fettered by her body--it was that soul I loved in her... loved so strongly and happily..." and suddenly he remembered how his love had ended.
The Alex she met and fell in love with was confident and generally happy.
"You think he is handsome," Dulce continued, "and you love him.
"I love you," she said.
You know you love each other, but you aren't about to admit it.
Was he falling in love as well, or was he simply taking what he could get?
I love you too.
Do you tell all your boyfriends you love them?
So he thought it was all about Howard and a love interest.
Did he marry Valorie for love, or because she found out about his business?
Was it love at first sight?
You may want to add in some speech games or a love poem which you will find in our Love Poems and Readings section.
Love that which is beautiful.
Let me tell you something, my little brothers, my little sisters: You ought always to love God and praise Him.
"Since you love him so well," said the king, "I will tell you something.
He sang of war, and of bold rough deeds, and of love and sorrow.
We love war movies.
You love your country's ideals, goals, values, and aspirations.
Shakespeare remains so popular because he wrote about timeless human experiences: love and fear and envy, anger and revenge and jealousy, ambition and regret and guilt.
Love it or hate it, this seems to be where we are going.
In imagination I can hear Homer singing, as with unsteady, hesitating steps he gropes his way from camp to camp--singing of life, of love, of war, of the splendid achievements of a noble race.
Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.
I do love you.
I do love you.
I am very glad because I love the warm sunshine and the fragrant flowers.
I would love to visit many beautiful cities with you.
Give Howard my love, and tell him to answer my letter.
I think of them every day and I love them dearly in my heart.
Do not forget to give my love to Miss Calliope Kehayia and Mr. Francis Demetrios Kalopothakes.
Give my love to all the little girls, and tell them that Helen loves them very, very much.
Eva sends love to all.
With much love and many kisses, from your affectionate little friend, HELEN ADAMS KELLER.
What was the name of the little boy who fell in love with the beautiful star?
I love to go to church, because I like to see my friends.
I love them very, very, very much.
I send you five thousand kisses, and more love than I can tell.
I love to tell you about God.
Now, dear friend, Please accept these few words because of the love that is linked with them.
Helen do love mother.
He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.
I don't love it, but just try to cut it off!
I hope to have a love like yours some day.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
Why did he hide the fact that his first love would be here tonight?
Why is it so difficult for you to believe I love him when you love him so much?
If Dulce hadn't chased him so hard, would he have fallen in love with her?
"I love you," she said.
Love you too, Mom.
What was even worse, their love life was suffering.
It was the first time they made love any place outside their bedroom, and it was way beyond exciting.
Although she had said the words "I love you," several times, he had not uttered them.
"I love that you're protective," she interrupted, "even when there is nothing to protect me from.
Carmen and I love it here.
If this was love, it was certainly a dangerous love.
I love this car.
His final poem is about forbidden love, but he is too ill to write it down.
It is music you will love to hate.
Lady Carteret died during childbirth in 1736 and supposedly haunts the corridors looking for her lost love.
You'll just love the folks in Oz, when you get acquainted.
Always love it, said his mother.
They are noble women, and they love Rome.
If you are a wage earner, then you should love machines.
There is a chili I love called Wolf Brand chili.
It turns out that, even when doing what you love, both passion and profit matter—but that particular piece of wisdom came later with age.
I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?"
For a long time I was still--I was not thinking of the beads in my lap, but trying to find a meaning for "love" in the light of this new idea.
You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
When she came, everything about me breathed of love and joy and was full of meaning.
I cannot fathom or define their meaning any more than I can fathom or define love or religion or goodness.
But, with all my love for Shakespeare, it is often weary work to read all the meanings into his lines which critics and commentators have given them.
Next to poetry I love history.
I love Mark Twain--who does not?
More than once in the course of my story I have referred to my love of the country and out-of-door sports.
Mr. Chamberlin initiated me into the mysteries of tree and wild-flower, until with the little ear of love I heard the flow of sap in the oak, and saw the sun glint from leaf to leaf.
Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.
After that I saw Dr. Holmes many times and learned to love the man as well as the poet.
He has filled the old skins of dogma with the new wine of love, and shown men what it is to believe, live and be free.
What he has taught we have seen beautifully expressed in his own life--love of country, kindness to the least of his brethren, and a sincere desire to live upward and onward.
His dominating passion is his love for children.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
I received from them gifts that have the gentle concurrence of the heart, books containing their own thoughts, soul-illumined letters, and photographs that I love to have described again and again.
Mrs. Hopkins did send me lovely ring, I do love her and little blind girls.
I do love good girls.
I do love to play with little sister.
I love to play with little sister.
I do love Robert and teacher.
I do love to run and hop and skip with Robert in bright warm sun.
I love to play with little sister, she is weak and small baby.
With much love and a kiss HELEN A. KELLER.
They make a pleasant shade and the little birds love to swing to and fro and sing sweetly up in the trees.
I love you very dearly because you are my friend.
I hope you think about me and love me because I am a good little child.
With much love and two kisses From your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
With much love and thousand kisses.
With much love and many kisses, from your little friend.
Se agapo is Greek, and it means I love thee.
With much love from your little friend HELEN A. KELLER.
With much love, and many kisses, HELEN A. KELLER.
With much love and kisses, from your Affectionate cousin HELEN A. KELLER.
When you go to Holland please give my love to the lovely princess Wilhelmina.
All the love that is in our hearts comes from him, as all the light which is in the flowers comes from the sun.
And the more we love the more near we are to God and His Love.
And, Helen, He loves men still, and He loves us, and He tells us that we may love Him.
And so love is everything.
I hope the great ocean will love the new Helen, and let her sail over its blue waves peacefully.
With much love, from your little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
With much love to father, Mildred, you and all the dear friends, lovingly your little daughter, HELEN A. KELLER.
I love every word of "Spring" and "Spring Has Come."
My favourite poet has written some lines about England which I love very much.
It is very beautiful to think that you can tell so many people of the heavenly Father's tender love for all His children even when they are not gentle and noble as He wishes them to be.
With much love and a kiss, from your little friend, HELEN A. KELLER.
Please give your dear aunt teacher's and my love and tell her that we enjoyed our little visit very much indeed.
My dear Carrie--You are to look upon it as a most positive proof of my love that I write to you to-day.
Mildred is a sweet little sister and I am sure you would love her.
Please give my love to Miss Derby and tell her that I hope she gave my sweetest love to Baby Ruth.
Please accept them with the love and good wishes of your friend, HELEN KELLER.
It is because my books are full of the riches of which Mr. Ruskin speaks that I love them so dearly.
I love all living things,--I suppose everyone does; but of course I cannot have a menagerie.
I would like to feel a parrot talk, it would be so much fun! but I would be pleased with, and love any little creature you send me.
A lady seemed surprised that I loved flowers when I could not see their beautiful colors, and when I assured her I did love them, she said, "no doubt you feel the colors with your fingers."
But of course, it is not alone for their bright colors that we love the flowers....
Love always finds its way to an imprisoned soul, and leads it out into the world of freedom and intelligence!
I love him more than ever.
She is in love with noble things, with noble thoughts, and with the characters of noble men and women.
Once when some one asked her to define "love," she replied, "Why, bless you, that is easy; it is what everybody feels for everybody else."
In the diary that she kept at the Wright-Humason School in New York she wrote on October 18, 1894, "I find that I have four things to learn in my school life here, and indeed, in life--to think clearly without hurry or confusion, to love everybody sincerely, to act in everything with the highest motives, and to trust in dear God unhesitatingly."
I had an idea that I could win the love and confidence of my little pupil by the same means that I should use if she could see and hear.
She accepted everything I did for her as a matter of course, and refused to be caressed, and there was no way of appealing to her affection or sympathy or childish love of approbation.
This gratifies the child's love of approbation and keeps up her interest in things.
Please give her my love, and tell her Helen sends her a kiss.
I did, however, try to give her the idea that love is the great continuer of life.
I do not love fierce animals.
Mr. Mayo and Mr. Farris and Mr. Graves love me and Teacher.
I do love them.
Little boy did love his calf.
Of course, you cannot help it, and I love you just as well as if you were the most beautiful creature in the world.
After a moment she went on: A. says God is everywhere, and that He is all love; but I do not think a person can be made out of love.
Love is only something in our hearts.
I love the beautiful spring, because the budding trees and the blossoming flowers and the tender green leaves fill my heart with joy.
It brings me into closer and tenderer relationship with those I love, and makes it possible for me to enjoy the sweet companionship of a great many persons from whom I should be entirely cut off if I could not talk.
On the other hand, the peculiar value to her of language, which ordinary people take for granted as a necessary part of them like their right hand, made her think about language and love it.
In one of his letters, speaking of how God in every way tells us of His love, he says, "I think he writes it even upon the walls of the great house of nature which we live in, that he is our Father."
The next year at Andover she said: It seems to me the world is full of goodness, beauty, and love; and how grateful we must be to our heavenly Father, who has given us so much to enjoy!
Please give her my warm love, and tell her not to feel troubled about it any more.
I shall love to hear of her reception of the book and how she likes the stories which are new to her.
I am sure we should love each other.
Please give my love to your good Greek friends, and tell them that I shall come to Athens some day.
My heart was full of tears, for I love the beautiful truth with my whole heart and mind.
She said, with great intensity of feeling, "I love the beautiful truth."
Naturally I love peace and hate war and all that pertains to war; I see nothing admirable in the ruthless career of Napoleon, save its finish.
It was fit that I should live on rice, mainly, who love so well the philosophy of India.
Philanthropy is not love for one's fellow-man in the broadest sense.
I love a broad margin to my life.
Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.
I love to be alone.
An elderly dame, too, dwells in my neighborhood, invisible to most persons, in whose odorous herb garden I love to stroll sometimes, gathering simples and listening to her fables; for she has a genius of unequalled fertility, and her memory runs back farther than mythology, and she can tell me the original of every fable, and on what fact every one is founded, for the incidents occurred when she was young.
I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted.
Near at hand, upon the topmost spray of a birch, sings the brown thrasher--or red mavis, as some love to call him--all the morning, glad of your society, that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not here.
Love virtue, and the people will be virtuous.
I love the wild not less than the good.
The mortar on them was fifty years old, and was said to be still growing harder; but this is one of those sayings which men love to repeat whether they are true or not.
I love to have mine before my window, and the more chips the better to remind me of my pleasing work.
Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him.
I love to see that Nature is so rife with life that myriads can be afforded to be sacrificed and suffered to prey on one another; that tender organizations can be so serenely squashed out of existence like pulp--tadpoles which herons gobble up, and tortoises and toads run over in the road; and that sometimes it has rained flesh and blood!
They love the soil which makes their graves, but have no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay.
The purity men love is like the mists which envelop the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
Love your life, poor as it is.
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
But we love better to talk about it: that we say is our mission.
We love eloquence for its own sake, and not for any truth which it may utter, or any heroism it may inspire.
"Ah, my love," answered Anna Mikhaylovna, "God grant you never know what it is to be left a widow without means and with a son you love to distraction!
But, Nataly, you know my love for my son: I would do anything for his happiness!
Berg with tender smiles was saying to Vera that love is not an earthly but a heavenly feeling.
Natasha, who sat opposite, was looking at Boris as girls of thirteen look at the boy they are in love with and have just kissed for the first time.
God is my witness," and she made the sign of the cross, "I love her so much, and all of you, only Vera...
"Don't you cry, Sonya, dear love, darling Sonya!" and she kissed her and laughed.
I love you all, like children of my own, as you know.
So you still love me, my romantic Julie?
Princess Mary was still looking silently at her brother and her beautiful eyes were full of love and sadness.
As Sterne says: 'We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them.'
We are childwen of the dust... but one falls in love and one is a God, one is pua' as on the first day of cweation...
And the fear of death and of the stretchers, and love of the sun and of life, all merged into one feeling of sickening agitation.
"It is too late now, it's done; besides I love her," thought Pierre.
* "I love you."
Could the joy of love, of earthly love for a man, be for her?
Here is my second son; please love and befriend him.
I love you more than ever," said Princess Mary, "and I will try to do all I can for your happiness."
My vocation is to be happy with another kind of happiness, the happiness of love and self-sacrifice.
And, oh God, how passionately she must love him if she could so far forget herself!
She felt that Sonya was speaking the truth, that there was such love as Sonya was speaking of.
"It's because she was in love with that fat one in spectacles" (that was how Petya described his namesake, the new Count Bezukhov) "and now she's in love with that singer" (he meant Natasha's Italian singing master), "that's why she's ashamed!"
Seeing that smile, Rostov involuntarily smiled himself and felt a still stronger flow of love for his sovereign.
He longed to show that love in some way and knowing that this was impossible was ready to cry.
At a time of such love, such rapture, and such self-sacrifice, what do any of our quarrels and affronts matter?
I love and forgive everybody now.
"As there's no one to fall in love with on campaign, he's fallen in love with the Tsar," he said.
He really was in love with the Tsar and the glory of the Russian arms and the hope of future triumph.
And he was not the only man to experience that feeling during those memorable days preceding the battle of Austerlitz: nine tenths of the men in the Russian army were then in love, though less ecstatically, with their Tsar and the glory of the Russian arms.
All the same, I love and value nothing but triumph over them all, I value this mystic power and glory that is floating here above me in this mist!
Those speeches were intended for quite other conditions, they were for the most part to be spoken at a moment of victory and triumph, generally when he was dying of wounds and the sovereign had thanked him for heroic deeds, and while dying he expressed the love his actions had proved.
I burned this to prove my love for her.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
She says: 'I shall love him always, but let him be free.'
Why should he not love her now, and even marry her, Rostov thought, but just now there were so many other pleasures and interests before him!
His looks thanked her for offering him his freedom and told her that one way or another he would never cease to love her, for that would be impossible.
Vera's remark was correct, as her remarks always were, but, like most of her observations, it made everyone feel uncomfortable, not only Sonya, Nicholas, and Natasha, but even the old countess, who--dreading this love affair which might hinder Nicholas from making a brilliant match-- blushed like a girl.
There will be time enough to think about love when I want to, but now I have no time.
And he vividly recalled that moment after supper at Prince Vasili's, when he spoke those words he had found so difficult to utter: "I love you."
Often seeing the success she had with young and old men and women Pierre could not understand why he did not love her.
* I love you.
But at the moment when he imagined himself calmed by such reflections, she suddenly came into his mind as she was at the moments when he had most strongly expressed his insincere love for her, and he felt the blood rush to his heart and had again to get up and move about and break and tear whatever came to his hand.
I love you all and have done no harm to anyone; why must I suffer so?
"I love you all, and have done no harm to anyone; and what have you done to me?"--said her charming, pathetic, dead face.
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
And do you know he has fallen in love with Sonya?
"They're always in love with someone," he thought of Sonya and Natasha.
Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved!
I love you, and I think I love you more than anyone else....
I love you as a brother and always shall, and I want nothing more.
Natasha fell in love the very moment she entered the ballroom.
She was not in love with anyone in particular, but with everyone.
Whatever person she happened to look at she was in love with for that moment.
"I say, Rostov," said Dolokhov clearly, smiling and looking Nicholas straight in the eyes, "you know the saying, 'Lucky in love, unlucky at cards.'
Your cousin is in love with you, I know.
You're all in love nowadays.
Well, if you are in love, marry him! said the countess, with a laugh of annoyance.
No, Mamma, I'm not in love with him, I suppose I'm not in love with him.
It was as if she wanted to show him that his losses were an achievement that made her love him all the more, but Nicholas now considered himself unworthy of her.
What should one love and what hate?
One thing he continually realized as he read that book: the joy, hitherto unknown to him, of believing in the possibility of attaining perfection, and in the possibility of active brotherly love among men, which Joseph Alexeevich had revealed to him.
Love of mankind. 5.
The love of death.
It must be so, but I am still so weak that I love my life, the meaning of which is only now gradually opening before me.
He consoled himself with the thought that he fulfilled another of the precepts--that of reforming the human race--and had other virtues--love of his neighbor, and especially generosity.
"And love of one's neighbor, and self-sacrifice?" began Pierre.
The same love of others, a desire to do something for them, a desire for their approval.--So I lived for others, and not almost, but quite, ruined my life.
It would be different if you grudged losing a laborer--that's how I regard him--but you want to cure him from love of him.
We must live, we must love, and we must believe that we live not only today on this scrap of earth, but have lived and shall live forever, there, in the Whole, said Pierre, and he pointed to the sky.
"Spring, love, happiness!" this oak seemed to say.
Only the vicissitudes of life can show us its vanity and develop our innate love of death or of rebirth to a new life.
And in my dream I knew that these drawings represented the love adventures of the soul with its beloved.
And I love her, because her character is sensible and very good.
It seemed to her mother and Sonya that Natasha was in love with Boris as of old.
He is very nice, and I love him like a son.
Because he is young, because he is poor, because he is a relation... and because you yourself don't love him.
Was anybody ever so much in love with you?
She fell in love with Nicholas and does not wish to know anything more.
Could she, like other women" (Vera meant herself), "love a man once for all and remain true to him forever?
(alluding to a map of love much in vogue at that time).
I expect he has told you of his childish love for Natasha?
"Oh, there was childish love?" suddenly asked Prince Andrew, blushing unexpectedly.
It seemed to Natasha that even at the time she first saw Prince Andrew at Otradnoe she had fallen in love with him.
Darling Mummy, how I love you!
At that very time Prince Andrew was sitting with Pierre and telling him of his love for Natasha and his firm resolve to make her his wife.
I am in love, my friend!
But can she love me?...
"I should not have believed anyone who told me that I was capable of such love," said Prince Andrew.
She wished to love him as a son, but felt that to her he was a stranger and a terrifying man.
Do you love me?
Prince Andrew held her hands, looked into her eyes, and did not find in his heart his former love for her.
If after six months she felt that she did not love him she would have full right to reject him.
All the complex laws of man centered for her in one clear and simple law--the law of love and self-sacrifice taught us by Him who lovingly suffered for mankind though He Himself was God.
She had to endure and love, and that she did.
Five years have passed since then, and already I, with my petty understanding, begin to see clearly why she had to die, and in what way that death was but an expression of the infinite goodness of the Creator, whose every action, though generally incomprehensible to us, is but a manifestation of His infinite love for His creatures.
And His will is governed only by infinite love for us, and so whatever befalls us is for our good.
I shall come to a place and pray there, and before having time to get used to it or getting to love it, I shall go farther.
Fallen man has retained a love of idleness, but the curse weighs on the race not only because we have to seek our bread in the sweat of our brows, but because our moral nature is such that we cannot be both idle and at ease.
He felt that sooner or later he would have to re-enter that whirlpool of life, with its embarrassments and affairs to be straightened out, its accounts with stewards, quarrels, and intrigues, its ties, society, and with Sonya's love and his promise to her.
She exhaled happiness and love from the time Nicholas returned, and the faithful, unalterable love of this girl had a gladdening effect on him.
I was in love with Boris, with my teacher, and with Denisov, but this is quite different.
She did not seem at all like a girl in love and parted from her affianced husband.
"Maybe I do love a poor girl," said Nicholas to himself.
Because Sonya is poor I must not love her," he thought, "must not respond to her faithful, devoted love?
If I love Sonya, that feeling is for me stronger and higher than all else.
Natasha was still as much in love with her betrothed, found the same comfort in that love, and was still as ready to throw herself into all the pleasures of life as before; but at the end of the fourth month of their separation she began to have fits of depression which she could not master.
"I think this used to be Natasha," thought Nicholas, "and that was Madame Schoss, but perhaps it's not, and this Circassian with the mustache I don't know, but I love her."
Soon after the Christmas holidays Nicholas told his mother of his love for Sonya and of his firm resolve to marry her.
Nicholas, for the first time, felt that his mother was displeased with him and that, despite her love for him, she would not give way.
Firmly resolved, after putting his affairs in order in the regiment, to retire from the army and return and marry Sonya, Nicholas, serious, sorrowful, and at variance with his parents, but, as it seemed to him, passionately in love, left at the beginning of January to rejoin his regiment.
Young ladies, married and unmarried, liked him because without making love to any of them, he was equally amiable to all, especially after supper.
We all profess the Christian law of forgiveness of injuries and love of our neighbors, the law in honor of which we have built in Moscow forty times forty churches--but yesterday a deserter was knouted to death and a minister of that same law of love and forgiveness, a priest, gave the soldier a cross to kiss before his execution.
"Ah, how bitter it is to love someone near to you and to feel that..." she went on in a trembling voice, "that you can do nothing for him but grieve him, and to know that you cannot alter this.
Natasha remained silent, from shyness Marya Dmitrievna supposed, but really because she disliked anyone interfering in what touched her love of Prince Andrew, which seemed to her so apart from all human affairs that no one could understand it.
"And how can Sonya love Nicholas so calmly and quietly and wait so long and so patiently?" thought she, looking at Sonya, who also came in quite ready, with a fan in her hand.
Natasha at that moment felt so softened and tender that it was not enough for her to love and know she was beloved, she wanted now, at once, to embrace the man she loved, to speak and hear from him words of love such as filled her heart.
She's a woman one could easily fall in love with.
So it is plain that nothing has happened and there is nothing to repent of, and Andrew can love me still.
Anatole had no notion and was incapable of considering what might come of such love-making, as he never had any notion of the outcome of any of his actions.
Natasha brightened up and felt almost in love with this woman, who was so beautiful and so kind.
He is madly, quite madly, in love with you, my dear.
If you love somebody, my charmer, that is not a reason to shut yourself up.
I tell you I am madly, madly, in love with you!
Later on she recalled how she had asked her father to let her go to the dressing room to rearrange her dress, that Helene had followed her and spoken laughingly of her brother's love, and that she again met Anatole in the little sitting room.
I love you madly.
He is an invalid and an old man who must be forgiven; but he is good and magnanimous and will love her who makes his son happy.
She recalled her love for Prince Andrew in all its former strength, and at the same time felt that she loved Kuragin.
But am I really to abandon forever the joy of Prince Andrew's love, in which I have lived so long?
And how could she have a love letter from him in her hand?
With trembling hands Natasha held that passionate love letter which Dolokhov had composed for Anatole, and as she read it she found in it an echo of all that she herself imagined she was feeling.
Love would conquer all.
I love him! thought Natasha, reading the letter for the twentieth time and finding some peculiarly deep meaning in each word of it.
You know, we love one another!
You don't know what love is....
Does he love you?
Does he love me?
I don't want anyone, I don't love anyone but him.
Don't you know that I love him? screamed Natasha.
I don't think badly of anyone: I love and pity everybody.
"Well, anyway," thought Sonya as she stood in the dark passage, "now or never I must prove that I remember the family's goodness to me and that I love Nicholas.
That Prince Andrew's deeply loved affianced wife--the same Natasha Rostova who used to be so charming--should give up Bolkonski for that fool Anatole who was already secretly married (as Pierre knew), and should be so in love with him as to agree to run away with him, was something Pierre could not conceive and could not imagine.
Pierre did not know how to refer to Anatole and flushed at the thought of him--"did you love that bad man?"
She began to cry and a still greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love welled up in Pierre.
All men seemed so pitiful, so poor, in comparison with this feeling of tenderness and love he experienced: in comparison with that softened, grateful, last look she had given him through her tears.
He mounted it and rode at a gallop to one of the bridges over the Niemen, deafened continually by incessant and rapturous acclamations which he evidently endured only because it was impossible to forbid the soldiers to express their love of him by such shouting, but the shouting which accompanied him everywhere disturbed him and distracted him from the military cares that had occupied him from the time he joined the army.
Not only does a good army commander not need any special qualities, on the contrary he needs the absence of the highest and best human attributes--love, poetry, tenderness, and philosophic inquiring doubt.
God forbid that he should be humane, should love, or pity, or think of what is just and unjust.
But now, at the commencement of the campaign, I should feel dishonored, not only in my comrades' eyes but in my own, if I preferred my own happiness to my love and duty to the Fatherland.
All the officers appeared to be, and really were, in love with her that evening.
After those involuntary words--that if he were free he would have asked on his knees for her hand and her love--uttered at a moment when she was so strongly agitated, Pierre never spoke to Natasha of his feelings; and it seemed plain to her that those words, which had then so comforted her, were spoken as all sorts of meaningless words are spoken to comfort a crying child.
When they prayed for those who love us, she prayed for the members of her own family, her father and mother and Sonya, realizing for the first time how wrongly she had acted toward them, and feeling all the strength of her love for them.
She smiled at me yesterday and asked me to come again, and I love her, and no one will ever know it.
His love for Natasha, Antichrist, Napoleon, the invasion, the comet, 666, L'Empereur Napoleon, and L'russe Besuhof--all this had to mature and culminate, to lift him out of that spellbound, petty sphere of Moscow habits in which he felt himself held captive and lead him to a great achievement and great happiness.
"Because I love you!" was what he wanted to say, but he did not say it, and only blushed till the tears came, and lowered his eyes.
He sat on his elevation--the pedestal of the cannon--still agitated as before by the thought of the Emperor and by his love for him.
But I love them, you know, and don't want to distress either of them.
You know, love, I wanted to tell you...
"Oh, women, women!" and the captain, looking with glistening eyes at Pierre, began talking of love and of his love affairs.
It was plain that l'amour which the Frenchman was so fond of was not that low and simple kind that Pierre had once felt for his wife, nor was it the romantic love stimulated by himself that he experienced for Natasha.
Thus the captain touchingly recounted the story of his love for a fascinating marquise of thirty-five and at the same time for a charming, innocent child of seventeen, daughter of the bewitching marquise.
While listening to these love stories his own love for Natasha unexpectedly rose to his mind, and going over the pictures of that love in his imagination he mentally compared them with Ramballe's tales.
Listening to the story of the struggle between love and duty, Pierre saw before his eyes every minutest detail of his last meeting with the object of his love at the Sukharev water tower.
He began to explain that he understood love for a women somewhat differently.
"Platonic love, clouds..." he muttered.
Speaking thickly and with a faraway look in his shining eyes, he told the whole story of his life: his marriage, Natasha's love for his best friend, her betrayal of him, and all his own simple relations with her.
"Yes--love," he thought again quite clearly.
I experienced that feeling of love which is the very essence of the soul and does not require an object.
To love one's neighbors, to love one's enemies, to love everything, to love God in all His manifestations.
It is possible to love someone dear to you with human love, but an enemy can only be loved by divine love.
"I love you," said Prince Andrew.
"I love you more, better than before," said Prince Andrew, lifting her face with his hand so as to look into her eyes.
I love her, and promised to marry her, and will do so....
Besides, I don't love her--not as I should.
And for the first time Sonya felt that out of her pure, quiet love for Nicholas a passionate feeling was beginning to grow up which was stronger than principle, virtue, or religion.
She knew that Natasha loved no one but Prince Andrew and had never ceased to love him.
She knew that being thrown together again under such terrible circumstances they would again fall in love with one another, and that Nicholas would then not be able to marry Princess Mary as they would be within the prohibited degrees of affinity.
Karataev had no attachments, friendships, or love, as Pierre understood them, but loved and lived affectionately with everything life brought him in contact with, particularly with man--not any particular man, but those with whom he happened to be.
Her love for Rostov no longer tormented or agitated her.
I love you and have known you a long time.
There was only one expression on her agitated face when she ran into the drawing room--that of love--boundless love for him, for her, and for all that was near to the man she loved; and of pity, suffering for others, and passionate desire to give herself entirely to helping them.
To love everything and everybody and always to sacrifice oneself for love meant not to love anyone, not to live this earthly life.
And the more imbued he became with that principle of love, the more he renounced life and the more completely he destroyed that dreadful barrier which--in the absence of such love-- stands between life and death.
It was the unexpected realization of the fact that he still valued life as presented to him in the form of his love for Natasha, and a last, though ultimately vanquished, attack of terror before the unknown.
I love her more than anything in the world!
Natasha, I love you too much!
What is love? he thought.
How I love you!
To love life is to love God.
Harder and more blessed than all else is to love this life in one's sufferings, in innocent sufferings.
And in her imagination she said other tender and loving words which she might have said then but only spoke now: I love thee!... thee!
I love, love... she said, convulsively pressing her hands and setting her teeth with a desperate effort...
"Natasha, you love me?" she said in a soft trustful whisper.
Natasha looked at her with eyes full of tears and in her look there was nothing but love and an entreaty for forgiveness.
"My darling Mummy!" she repeated, straining all the power of her love to find some way of taking on herself the excess of grief that crushed her mother.
Her persevering and patient love seemed completely to surround the countess every moment, not explaining or consoling, but recalling her to life.
She thought her life was ended, but her love for her mother unexpectedly showed her that the essence of life--love--was still active within her.
Love awoke and so did life.
Mary darling, how I love you!
She saw the possibility of love and happiness between Natasha and Pierre, and the first thought of this filled her heart with gladness.
He was thinking of Prince Andrew, of Natasha, and of their love, at one moment jealous of her past, then reproaching himself for that feeling.
I don't know when I began to love her, but I have loved her and her alone all my life, and I love her so that I cannot imagine life without her.
You are right that to speak to her of love at present...
She was going to say that to speak of love was impossible, but she stopped because she had seen by the sudden change in Natasha two days before that she would not only not be hurt if Pierre spoke of his love, but that it was the very thing she wished for.
"I know that she loves... will love you," Princess Mary corrected herself.
The whole meaning of life--not for him alone but for the whole world--seemed to him centered in his love and the possibility of being loved by her.
Pierre's insanity consisted in not waiting, as he used to do, to discover personal attributes which he termed "good qualities" in people before loving them; his heart was now overflowing with love, and by loving people without cause he discovered indubitable causes for loving them.
She had all that people are valued for, but little that could have made him love her.
"I never expected anything else of him," said Princess Mary to herself, feeling a joyous sense of her love for him.
It seems to be that you can't love me, that I am so plain... always... and now... in this cond...
It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.
But do I love my wife?
I don't love her, but...
Now do I love my finger?
"Only she lets her love of her husband and children overflow all bounds," said the countess, "so that it even becomes absurd."
Is it true she's in love with that...
From broken remarks about Natasha and his father, from the emotion with which Pierre spoke of that dead father, and from the careful, reverent tenderness with which Natasha spoke of him, the boy, who was only just beginning to guess what love is, derived the notion that his father had loved Natasha and when dying had left her to his friend.
The Tugendbund is an alliance of virtue: it is love, mutual help... it is what Christ preached on the Cross.
But they insisted on their own view: love of one's neighbor and Christianity--and all this in the presence of young Nicholas, who had gone into my study and broke all my things.
She felt a submissive tender love for this man who would never understand all that she understood, and this seemed to make her love for him still stronger and added a touch of passionate tenderness.
What I say is: 'Join hands, you who love the right, and let there be but one banner--that of active virtue.'
I love you awfully!
And one couldn't love more, but this is something special....
In his place was his father-- Prince Andrew--and his father had neither shape nor form, but he existed, and when little Nicholas perceived him he grew faint with love: he felt himself powerless, limp, and formless.
Everyone shall know me, love me, and be delighted with me!
During that twenty-year period an immense number of fields were left untilled, houses were burned, trade changed its direction, millions of men migrated, were impoverished, or were enriched, and millions of Christian men professing the law of love of their fellows slew one another.
With much love, from your darling child, HELEN A. KELLER.
I love to make everybody happy.
Give many kisses to little sister and much love to all.
She is a lovely baby, and I am sure you will love her.
I think you are very kind and patient, and I love you very dearly.
It is from the power of love which is in our own hearts.
Love is at the soul of everything.
We like to think that the sunshine and the winds and the trees are able to love in some way of their own, for it would make us know that they were happy if we knew that they could love.
He remembered the meadow, the wormwood, the field, the whirling black ball, and his sudden rush of passionate love of life.
He remembered everything, and ecstatic pity and love for that man overflowed his happy heart.
Admitting the view of Barclay and others that a defensive battle at Fili was impossible, but imbued with Russian patriotism and the love of Moscow, he proposed to move troops from the right to the left flank during the night and attack the French right flank the following day.