M Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with M. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“My love life is nobody's business... if I give it to 40 million people to read, what do I have left when I go home? I'm protective of my personal life that way.”
“My love lives outside my window
Clouds burst to give water
So her love can grow
My love smiles to me each morning
Says she'll never leave me
And I know it's so”
“My love marriage was my beautiful mistake. I deliberately did that.”
“My love …. maybe I wont have the chance to hold your hands , or kiss your forhead or walk with you hand in hand but forever you will be the only one to occupy this spcial spot in my heart , I kissed your soul”
“My love, my love, do not forsake me.
~Anthea Cross-Thornley”
Source: The Rose Legacy
“My love, my love, is a flame in the dark covered in glass. So glowingly beautiful to others on the outside, while slowly suffocating inside.”
“My love of books was all that saved me.”
“My love of classical hit pretty early. I was 13 when it occurred, and that was really the only music I listened to for many, many years. I went to a conservatory, but I always knew I would be in the pop world, because A) it was more fun and B) you didn't have to practice as much and you could go out more. But I immediately saw this opportunity to inject my material with these sounds that most members of my generation really didn't know about, so it was a great way to differentiate myself from the pack.”
“My love of dynamic complications often led me to avoid simplicity when perhaps it was the wisest choice.”
Source: How Life Imitates Chess: Making the Right Moves, from the Board to the Boardroom
“My love of fashion stemmed from my mother's passion for it.”
“My love of fine art increased - the more of it I saw, the more of it I wanted to see.”
“My love of horses began in College Park, with me and 10 friends on two couches and a keg of beer in the back of a truck, heading to Pimlico at 6 A.M. to mark our place in the middle of the Preakness infield, where we never saw a horse run.”
“My love of maple syrup. I've been known to knock back a can over a couple days: A swig here, a swig there, and next thing you know it's gone. It's a habit I have to stave off. I don't want to lose all my teeth.”
“My love of nationalism is that my country may become free, and if need be, the whole of the country die, so that the human race may live.”
“My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?”
Source: BONOUR TRISTESSE
“My love of poetry comes from the "actualization" I experienced in the poetry of others. And I was reading it silently and there is deep pleasure in that intimacy, a mind-to-mind transfer going on. All the music is there, inherently. And mystery as well.”
“My love of R&B and hip-hop has influenced my life not even as a musician, but generally in terms of growing up and looking to America as an inspiration.”
“My love of singing is hereditary.”
“My love of soft, runny cheese - it's impossible to resist.”
“My love of storytelling comes from oral tradition, the stories from my grandmother and conversations with [my] mother. The world is full of discussions of condensation, drifts, misunderstanding, repetition. These are the materials I work with. My debt is to these women.”
“My love of the British is equal to that of my own people.”
Source: The Mind of Mahatma Gandhi
“My love of truth and honesty forces me to notice that the liberal intelligentsia of Western countries is betraying itself where Islam is concerned.”
“my love of water ... is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position - I enter a fugue state - but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).”
Source: The Islands of Italy: Sicily, Sardinia, and the Aeolian Islands
“My love of words, alcohol, and stage antics basically cemented me as a rapper, but it wasn't a career that I wanted to do. It was just, "I like to do all these things at one time."”
“My love, one day, you are going to be my wife.”
Source: The Muse
“My love perches on the words of a foreigner’s language, always arriving late, too late, or never at all.”
Source: Visiting Hours
“My love remains, come what may.
I could never unlove you,
Through the raging storms and silent calms.
My feelings never changed with morning dew,
Through the darkest nights & the brightest days,
My heart and mind never swayed in different ways.
There were few moments of joy,
And others filled with sighs,
Time tested my love every step of the way,
Amidst each passing storm, with every delay,
My commitment to you never faltered, even for a day
Through highs and lows, amidst joy and dismay,
My love stood firm, come what may.
In the maze of life, through every trial, twist, and turn,
My love for you continued to burn.
So in moments of doubt, when shadows play,
Remember, my love remains; come what may.
My love for you love isn’t merely a fleeting emotion,
But a deep-seated, unwavering devotion.
So when the world spins, and stars fade away,
Know that my love is here to stay.
For in this lifetime and beyond the realms of life and death
I promise to love you till my last breath.”
“My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.”
Source: Not So Deep as a Well
“My love, she’d called him. He had immediately recognized the endearment for the wifely pantomime that it was. It hadn’t stopped his heart from pounding on a throb of longing so intense it had nearly stolen his breath.”
Source: The Marriage Method
“My love stories are about people who are reluctant to actualize what they so desperately want. They are timid, cautious, but eventually they dare to speak. My characters are not only hesitant; they are ambivalent about which way their libido flows: toward men or women? They are fluid in their sexuality, and this ambivalence says more about how we think about sex today than, say, Tinder. And this is a truly modern idea: Most of us don't know who we are sexually.”
“my love stories have been
devastatingly beautiful but devastatingly
heartbreaking, too… things have felt so spiritual
and so brutally human all at once. and i think i'm learning
to let it all be true, to let myself feel all the things i've
so passionately felt, but still keep letting go of
what isn't meant to stay.”
Source: she's flowers and fire
“My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire”
“MY LOVE,
The day Prometheus breathed life into the new me, was the day you arrived in a little box. A shiny, futuristic black box, Pandora's box, despite my doubts I couldn't help but open it to finally meet you. Doubts, because I was happy with who I was, with who I saw looking at me through the eyes of others I presented myself to in everyday life. But I was seduced by the worlds that were promised to me if I let you into my life, who I would be with you in my pocket.
As soon as the lid came off and I swiped my fingers over your radiant surface for the first time, the world and I were bursting at the seams. What a creation we were together, to what sized we grew! My brain an encyclopedia, my body an unerring compass, my eyes and ears reaching infinitely with you as an extension of myself. Through you, I, the cyborg, could enter bewilderingly virtual spaces in which I was presently absent, meanwhile absently present in the material world of boring train rides, waiting lines, and mindless chit chats with others. I felt invincible, transformed into a citizen of the world because of you, an intellectual of unimaginable proportions for the vast sea of knowledge you allowed me to surf on, a public speaker and influencer of significance because my words and visual snippets of my days could be launched into the world with the flick of a finger, likes enticing and confirming me. How intoxicating! How wonderfully, pleasantly, intoxicating!
But I can't help but sometimes lie awake at night, my internal clock slowing down with your seductive blue light illuminating my face with 2, 457, 600 (1920×1080) LED suns. In those moments, as my eyes are captivated by your glow, I can't help thinking about the time before you arrived, and how I sometimes miss my low definition self. You were always there, sometimes it feels like we are in fact one — finally reunited with my other Plato's half, fused into not a circle but a perfect black rectangle. Through your eyes I see the world and myself in Ultra-HD, my pixel density has never been so high.
But you are sometimes vicious, my dear — a viper, a temptress, when then again with sweet codes you reflect my most beautiful self, and I cannot help but love me through your gaze, then again with suffocating algorithms you fragment my self and blow it up to grotesque self-distortions, hurling me into an endless me-loop, that eventually disgusts and alienates me. In those moments you are a distorting mirror, a frightening black box, a black hole that swallows my attention in ways I can't see through. I see my old self disappearing in the vague, dark reflection of myself, with double chin and dull eyes, which I sometimes catch in your black glass when your suns stop dazzling me for a split second. And I can't help but wonder if my 'self' in times of its digital recombination, in which the 'I' is a fragmented multitude of pixels that never fully touch at their sides, a simulacrum, maybe has lost some of its aura.
But in the morning all is forgotten, my love, all is well. As soon as we merge back into one, as soon as I, panicked, reach for my pocket on the train, only to discover with a glow of relief that you were there after all, I can't imagine an "I" without you. Artificial by nature my self resides within your screen, I would be lost without you.”
“My love though silly is more brave.”
Source: Selected Poetry
“My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.”
“My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
I give her my life
for our love is whole
I sing her beauty
in my soul.”
“My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
I give her my troth, for our love is whole
I sing her beauty in my soul”
“My love was alive, not because I was loved, but because I myself loved!”
“My love was Bob Dylan, but as I got older I realized a good ballad was a good ballad.”
“My love was both humble and audacious, like that of a page for his lady.”
Source: Seven Gothic Tales
“My love,
we can close our eyes
but we cannot stop the sunrise.”
“My love. We’re all dead. All our days are numbered. That’s the beauty of what Christ did for us—dying so that we could finally taste real life. Pouring Himself out so that we could be filled.”
Source: On Wings of Devotion
“My love
When I look at you I see the person who has stolen my heart
Snatched my soul
In a moment I lost myself in you
In your eyes I see mystery, oh those eyes I could stare at them all day.
I could drown in your arms
And melt with your kisses
Oh my love I wish I would never part from you.
My love my life is nothing without you in it
My happiness, my companion, my best friend
I couldn't have asked for a better love than yours.”
Source: A Broken Woman: From a child that was loved dearly into a teen that has lost her strength
“My love will be complete at the point I realize that my love will never be complete.”
“My love will not wither away
Like the momentous beauty of a Rose,
But I am the weed, no matter how much you pluck away
It sprouts again and grows…"
-(Precious Love)”
Source: Blossoms In The Mist
“My love, you are always on my mind and heart.”
Source: Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind
“My love, you are always on my mind. I love you so much.”
Source: Think Great: Be Great!
“My love,
you are driving the entire world mad.
The nightingales are committing suicide
one by one out of jealousy of your voice.
The roses took one glance at your beauty
and folded themselves from shame.
The trees now only whisper your name
and the sky hasn’t stopped crying since you looked up.
Have pity on us, my love.
We have already broken all the mirrors and glass
out of fear that you will forget us
and fall in love with yourself
once you see what we all
cannot stop seeing.”
“My love, you are playing with a fire that you do not fully understand.” His voice was deep and controlled. “There are times I may not be able to control myself. I am injured, and I need to feed – this would be one of those times.” ~Cole”
Source: Power of the Moon
“My love, you have stolen. Long before I have spoken. May you keep your heart wide open - To My Universe”
Source: Coming Home