Even as it is written, Jacob I loved, but Esau I hated.

As it is written, Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated.

I loved you.

I loved you.

I showed the portrait to his family and they loved it.

Dare I admit that after she did it I never really loved her again?

I loved speaking Berber.

I loved that show.

I have loved you, says Yahweh. Yet you say, How have you loved us? Wasn't Esau Jacob's brother? says Yahweh, Yet I loved Jacob

SB I loved your It all balances out chart that you had there.

I have loved you, saith the LORD. Yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother? saith the LORD yet I loved Jacob,

As a boy, I loved cars.

I am loved by my mother.

That's what I loved about Tom.

Even as the Father has loved me, I also have loved you. Remain in my love.

As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you continue ye in my love.

I am loved by all my family.

I told you the truth when I told you I loved you.

Being a diplomat, then and now, is an incredible job, and I loved every minute of it I enjoyed the status of it.

Ha, I'm the only person I ever loved.

Chris Anderson I probably understood two percent of that, but I still absolutely loved it. So I'm going to sound dumb.

I wish we know how to love it, if we loved it we would have never reached where we were

And I will delight myself in thy commandments, which I have loved.

Now when we looked at the easy origami, we saw the same thing Builders loved it more, evaluators loved it less.

It was loved. They tried to protect it. It died anyway.

I pitied their enslavement and loved them so much that I wished them freedom.

But the real Europeans loved him for it.

Like a boomerang, the thing I loved came back to me.

I have loved a weird and long story to learn what I know so far.

And what I loved about this image of the compass was that I felt like it encapsulated both of these ideas in one simple image.

It was my first time in Kuwait, I went once in Dubai and I loved it over there. In Dubai I used shotguns which made quite an impression on me.. and my shoulder.

I imagine my loved one dying in all the possible violent ways.

Why? Because now the builders loved it even more.

I loved this guy. I got a lot of mileage out of Theodoor van de Velde.

He loved her, and she loved him, too.

I know that I am fortunate enough that when I do die, I will be remembered by friends and loved ones.

So I loved writing so much that I'd come home from school, and I would take out pieces of paper, and I would staple them together, and I would fill those blank pages with words and pictures just because I loved using my imagination.

And so, I fused together the two things I loved the most, which was skiing and windsurfing.

As he put it, he loved it and the rest is just history.

I made known to them your name, and will make it known that the love with which you loved me may be in them, and I in them.

And I have declared unto them thy name, and will declare it that the love wherewith thou hast loved me may be in them, and I in them.

She lived to a hundred, even then. All along it was the sadness, the squalor, but I never, until now loved her again.

And what I loved about her work is, when I would walk around it and look down into the sky, looking down to watch the sky, and it unfolded in a new way.

Have you ever loved someone who never loved you back?

And if you look at the inside of the car I mean, I loved it, I wanted to see it, I rented it, this is me taking a picture while my son is driving and the inside of the car, the whole design is fun.