Quotes About Love

It's nice to look forward to, isn't it—a life of work and play and little daily adventures side by side with somebody you love?

You know that I've always had a very special feeling towards you; you

It seemed like an unachievable goal for one person to bring sunshine to one hundred little faces when what they need is a mother apiece.

Just such a letter as you would write to your parents if they were living. 'These

but you won't mind, will you, if I tell you that I have a very much more special feeling for another man? You can probably guess without much trouble who he is. I suspect that my letters have been very full of Master Jervie for a very long time. I

When a couple of adopting parents are choosing a daughter, I stand by with my heart in my mouth, feeling as though I were assisting in the inscrutable designs of Fate. Such a little thing turns the balance! The child smiles, and a loving home is hers for life; she sneezes, and it passes her by forever.

Anyway, that's the way I feel—and I've refused to marry him. I

This is your heart. Keep it locked until the chap turns up who has the key.

I feel as though I have gotten ahead of myself somewhat. All stories are about family, even those that pretend not to be. So I should tell you about mine.

A?k kimyasal bir yang?nd?r. ?yi olan her?ey yanar. Geriye sadece en sert, en ac?, yanmayan ?eyler kal?r. Bunlar öfke, ac?, üzüntü ve korku...

Il nous semble aujourd'hui que le mariage est quelque chose de trop sérieux pour le confier à des jeunes gens. Ce devrait être un aboutissement, vous ne croyez pas? Un but à atteindre, un idéal. Pour y parvenir, il faudrait toutes les ressources de la maturité, toutes les leçons de l'expérience et le temps surtout, le temps pour rencontrer la bonne personne et la reconnaître...

C'était une longue étreinte, déchirante de tendresse et de douleur, le symbole, pour tous ceux qui en étaient les témoins, de ce que la condition humaine recèle de plus tragique: l'amour à l'épreuve de l'ultime séparation. L'éternité du sentiment et la finitude des corps.

Les lettres que l'amour trace en nous ne sont jamais plus faciles à déchiffrer que sur la page blanche d'un esprit non préparé.

L'amour véritable vient de nous seuls et ne requiert aucun retour.

No es posible mostrar a una mujer un hombre apuesto que llora sin que se diga 'Desde luego, yo le habría amado mejor

Ce qui avait pris fin, au fond, c'était la redoutable contradiction dans laquelle elle s'était enfermée : n'aimer que pour être aimée, s'offrir mais pour acquérir celui qui vous reçoit, enchaîner l'autre dans le sacrifice qu'on prétend faire pour lui.

La beauté, à ce degré, sépare des autres mortels, suscitant leurs désirs et leur jalousie. Pour un qu'elle satisfera, elle fera quantité de victimes, qui transformeront la douleur de leur amour déçu en volonté dangereuse de vengeance.

A body is not unlike a pet -- stupid and dirty as it is, one becomes attached to it.

Outside, it still smelled bad. I couldn't do anything about that. Neither could anyone. It was called life: a cocktail of love and hate, strength and weakness, violence and passivity.

Perché non riusciva a decidersi? Che cosa ci guadagnava a stare in mare, lontano da chi amava? Quale maledizione aveva colpito lui e tanti altri, che non trovavano il senso della vita se non lontano da ogni attracco?

After the love, I went back on the other side of my border. Back to the territory where I have my own rules, my own laws, my own code, and my own stupid obsessions. The territory where I lose my way, and where I lost the women who ventured onto

After the love, I went back on the other side of my border. Back to the territory where I have my own rules, my own laws, my own code, and my own stupid obsessions. The territory where I lose my way, and where I lost the women who ventured onto it.

My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly. There is so much to do. You can wander off in space or in time, set out for Tierra del Fuego or for King Midas's court. You can visit the woman you love, slide down beside her and stroke her still-sleeping face.

I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. A letter from a friend, a Balthus painting on a postcard, a page of Saint-Simon, give meaning to the passing hours. But to keep my mind sharp, to avoid descending into resigned indifference, I maintain a level of resentment and anger, neither too much nor to little, just a s a pressure cooker has a a safety valve to keep it from exploding.