Quotes About Love

I'm an engineer for the same reason anyone is an engineer: a certain love for the intricate lives of things, a belief in a functional definition of reality. I do believe that the operational definition of a thing—how it works—is its most eloquent self-expression.

I used to have dreams in which I was overhearing conversations I had to program. Once, I had to program two people making love. In my dream they sweated and tumbled while I sat with a cramped hand writing code. The couple went from gentle caresses to ever-widening passions, and I despaired as I tried desperately to find a way to express the act of love in the C computer language.

How grateful I am to the Lord for giving me such a dear husband and baby. How much life means now—living for them, giving of myself to them, feeling myself needed by them. Of all hopelessly selfish people I should have been the worst had I remained single.

To refuse to fight for love that is both free and responsible is in a sense to reject the possibility of love itself.

Whatever the rights or wrongs of their affection, in the teeth of danger and despair love is entitled to speak its mind, and all others should be blind and deaf.

When harried, we go as far as we dare, and with those we're sure of we dare go very far, knowing where forgiveness is certain.

Love shared is no sin.

We think we have sound relationships,' said George, answering the doubt beyond doubt, 'and suddenly there's a word said or a thing done, so shatteringly out of key that you find yourself alone, and know you've never actually touched your partner at any point, or said a word in the same language. And it doesn't always even absolve you from loving, when it happens. That's the hell of it.

The secret to a fulfilling marriage is simple: make the connection work.

there was a deep emotional attachment involved.

Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable,Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:I strove against the stream and all in vain:Let the great river take me to the main:No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;Ask me no more.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

Doänt thou marry for munny, but goä wheer munny is!

And o'er the hills and far awayBeyond their utmost purple rim,Beyond the night, across the day,Through all the world she followed him.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.

But, friend, to meHe is all fault who hath no fault at all.For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow,Blow him again to me;While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Love is the only gold.

She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead;Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red.

Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.