Quotes About Love

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.

I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.

Wolves are brotherly," he said. "They love each other, and if you learn to speak to them, they will love you too.

There the old Eskimo hunters she had known in her childhood thought the riches of life were intelligence, fearlessness, and love. A man with these gifts was rich and was a great spirit who was admired in the same way that the gussaks admired a man with money and goods.

Augustine has defined sin as the "love of self to the neglect of God" and opposes to this the "love of God to the neglect of self

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

Love and friendship exclude each other.

Time makes friendship stronger, but love weaker.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

You are young to talk of dying," said the Emperor, looking at Jester. "Learn rather to live, to enjoy the gifts lavished so prodigally by an unknown god: the heat of the sun, the cool of the sea at noon, the scent of the forest in the evening, horses galloping across the plain. You are rich because you are alive. Even unhappiness is still life. Learn to love and enjoy, and learn also to suffer. And, when the time comes, you will learn to die.

Dragostei nu-i place trecutul. Dragostea r?stoarn? ?i d? brânci, nu prive?te decât înainte, este inamica tradi?iei.

Nu vorbea decât de dragoste, agitând bombe. Aprindea ruguri, dar nu voia s? vad? decât lumina lor.

Tutto ciò che è nel tempo passerà con il tempo e nulla di ciò che appartiene a questo mondo transitorio e fragile merita più di un rispetto un po' distaccato e di un assenso ironico. Si può benissimo morire per la propria patria, per le proprie idee, per quelli che si amano. Non c'è niente di più onorevole. Ma soltanto ciò che è eterno merita un affetto senza riserve.

The things we truly love, the things forming the basis and roots of our being, are generally things we never look at. A huge piece of carpeting, empty and naked plains, silent and uninterrupted stretches with nothing to alter the homogeneity of their continuity. I love wide, homogenous worlds, unstaked, unlimited like the sea, like high snows, deserts, and steppes.

L'amour n'a jamais le visage qu'on lui voudrait; au lieu d'être doux et discret, il encombre, il blesse.

Not to be overlooked are the four women who played crucial roles in FDR's life: his mother, Sara; Lucy Mercer, the woman he loved; Missy LeHand, the woman who loved him;

It's a bit traumatic," she noted, "to see your father, who took long walks with you, sailed with you, could out-jump you, and suddenly you look up and you see him walking on crutches—trying, struggling in heavy steel braces. And you see the sweat down his face, and you hear him saying, 'I must get down the driveway today—all the way down the driveway.

Our domestic life and the law of our Homes do not resemble your Homes. We love each other without love. Our homes do not have the sacramental character. Fags are the great immoralists.

I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you.