Loving Him In Spanish Quotes & Sayings

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you. — Pable Neruda

When we find out Who He (Jesus) is, then we find out who we are and it forever settles what we believe. — Yvette R. Dempster

They could not help loving anything that made them laugh. The Lisbon earthquake was "embarrassing to the physicists and humiliating to theologians" (Barbier). It robbed Voltaire of his optimism. In the huge waves which engulfed the town, in the chasms which opened underneath it, in volcanic flames which raged for days in the outskirts, some 50,000 people perished. But to the courtiers of Louis XV it was an enormous joke. M. de Baschi, Madame de Pompadour's brother-in-law, was French Ambassador there at the time. He saw the Spanish Ambassador killed by the arms of Spain, which toppled onto his head from the portico of his embassy; Baschi then dashed into the house and rescued his colleague's little boy whom he took, with his own family, to the country. When he got back to Versailles he kept the whole Court in roars of laughter for a week with his account of it all. "Have you heard Baschi on the earthquake? — Nancy Mitford

The river will take us where we need to go. To the End of the World."
"Great," Puck said, grinning and rubbing his hands. "Sounds easy enough. Let's just hope we don't fall off the edge. — Julie Kagawa

If you are asking if the story of Jason and the Argonauts is fiction or nonfiction, I will answer that there is no difference between the two in the world I inhabit. — Vince Vawter

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel. — William Makepeace Thackeray

In stillness, I watched myselfget eaten by mosquitoes ... the itch was maddening at first but eventually it just melded into a general burning feeling and i rode that heat to a mld euphoria. I allowed the pain to lose its specific associations and become pure sensation ... and that eventually lifted me out of myself and into meditation. — Elizabeth Gilbert

The people you love never leave you ... — Dorothea Benton Frank

I see man as a hero. With his own happiness as his moral obligation; productive achievementbas his noblest activity and reason as the only absolute. — Ayn Rand

It was dusk when Rick led Amelia and Sam toward the Old Town plaza. "Come with me. You're going to love this."
Amelia could hear music in the distance. She recognized the delicate strumming of a few guitars and the faint sound of singing. As they approached the plaza, Amelia could see four men playing and singing folk songs. It was beautiful. The music was coming straight from their soul and it held her spellbound. She stood in awe and watched, loving every note that drifted toward her.
"Come here," said Rick as he motioned toward some benches. "Let's sit down."
After the three of them got comfortable, Rick put his arm around Amelia's shoulders. "If you think this is beautiful, wait until Christmas. They have Luminarias and sing Christmas songs in both English and Spanish. — Linda Weaver Clarke

Culture is the collective programming of the mind which distinguishes the members of one group from another. — Geert Hofstede

He says what's on his mind and he doesn't hold back. Life would be so much easier if everyone were that way. — Kim Holden

To do high fashion, you have to go into a little bit of a higher price point. — Kate Hudson

Young women say I helped them come out of their shells — Bettie Page

Use your heat wisely and insulate well. — Philippe Bourseiller

Do you think about making love with me?"
I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her ... loving her. "Right now, muneca, makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind. — Simone Elkeles

I surround myself with people who make positive decisions ... My friends and I look out for each other. — Demi Lovato

There is a unique bond between the land and the people in the Crescent City. Everyone here came from somewhere else, the muddy brown current of life prying them loose from their homeland and sweeping them downstream, bumping and scraping, until they got caught by the horseshoe bend that is New Orleans. Not so much as a single pebble 'came' from New Orleans, any more than any of the people did. Every grain of sand, every rock, every drip of brown mud, and every single person walking, living and loving in the city is a refugee from somewhere else. But they made something unique, the people and the land, when they came together in that cohesive, magnetic, magical spot; this sediment of society made something that is not French, not Spanish, and incontrovertibly not American. — James Caskey