Quotes About Love

Kas nežino meil?s, tas tikrai laimingas Nekankins to naktys, dienos ilgesingos.

Wgryz? si? jak piekielny dym pod jej powieki I w g?owie utkwi? na wieki. B?d? jej my?li czyste przez ca?y dzie? brudzi? I w nocy j? ze snu budzi?.

Waleryjo! Ty przecie? spomi?dzy ziemianek Zazdro?ci godna! Ciebie ubóstwia? kochanek, O którym inna pró?no ca?e ?ycie marzy, Którego rysów szuka w ka?dej nowej twarzy, I w ka?dym nowym g?osie nadaremnie bada Tonu, który jej duszy brzmieniem odpowiada.

Czasem strzelecka mi?o?? – w?drowna ptaszyna, Serce przelotem zwiedzi – tak mija godzina, I tydzie?, i rok przesz?y, - tak bywa?o wczora, Tak jest dzisiaj i b?dzie ka?dego wieczora.

Skutki sza?u, Albo mo?e kuglarstwo? - S? kosztowne bronie, Których ostrze przenika i a? w duszy tonie; Przecie? widomie nie uszkodz? cia?u. Tak? broni? po dwakro? zosta?em przebity... (po pauzie z u?miechem) Tak? broni? za ?ycia s? oczy kobiéty, (ponuro) A po ?mierci grzesznika cierpi?cego skrucha!

Miej serce i patrzaj w serce!

A puritan is such a one as loves God with all his soul, but hates his neighbor with all his heart.

At its best monogamy may be the wish to find someone to die with; at its worst it is a cure for the terrors of aliveness. They are easily confused.

The people we fall in love with we find singularly captivating, as are any of the people (or ideas) that inspire us, for better or for worse.

All love stories are frustration stories… To fall in love is to be reminded of a frustration that you didn't know you had (of one's formative frustrations, and of one's attempted self-cures for them); you wanted someone, you felt deprived of something, and then it seems to be there. And what is renewed in that experience is an intensity of frustration, and an intensity of satisfaction.

Åžayet kendinden talep edilene -a??r? sevgi talebine- boyun eÄŸmeyen Cordelia gibi hüsrana uÄŸratan konumundaysan?z, o zaman baÅŸka tür bir otoriteye, gerçekçi biçimde verebileceÄŸiniz ÅŸey üzerinde bir otoriteye sahipsinizdir: "Efendimizi sevmem gerektiÄŸi kadar seviyorum./ Ne daha çok ne daha az" s. 17

The child, the psychoanalyst D. W. Winnicott writes, can 'use doubt about food to hide doubt about love'; doubt about love is doubt about resources.

Lovers, of course, are notoriously frantic epistemologists, second only to paranoiacs (and analysts) as readers of signs and wonders.

The French psychoanalyst Lacan suggested that the Christian injunction 'love thy neighbour as thyself' must be ironic because people hate themselves.)

Falling in love, finding your passion, are attempts to locate, to picture, to represent what you unconsciously feel frustrated about, and by.

Finding hate-objects may be every bit as essential as finding love-objects, but if one can tolerate some of one's badness -- meaning recognize it as yours -- then one can take some fear out of the world.

So I think I'm in love with Silent Starla, who isn't all that silent after all. In group she hardly ever talks, and in the cafeteria she just sort of stares off in this dreamy way. She's from Oak Park, Illinois, and when she left my room, she said, "We can go together, but I won't fuck you without a condom. I like your eyes.

I pictured love as a big hairy giant with a dead fish in his mouth. Grizzly bear claws and his heart half out of his chest cause it's too big and the lungs have to fit. He never stops walking. Over mountains. Through the desert. On top of icy lakes. Past huge cities. And he hunts and kills for you and always comes back with plenty to eat.

Well whattaya know. Frogs love Harry Potter, too. There weren't even interested in one of the most celebrated new literary American novels of last year, but they get their panties in a knot for Harry Fucking Potter. That's so, I don't know, reverse xenophobic.

I didn't feel up to arguing about it, but I was pretty sure if you loved everything you didn't really love anything.

and I said it is the nature of love to be infinite and in such an ocean any fear and jealousy is washed away

Marriage is at its best when the love that binds you is simply the idiom in which the two of you move; not something that keeps interrupting your day to day with melodramatic professions of undying love and an endless parade of gifts and boasts and promises.

I know you're upset, of course you're upset," said Pu Sto's simulacrum. "You're grieving. Of course you are. I know how much you loved her." "Love her," Alma corrected, holding up one finger. "A little thing like dying doesn't cast that mighty verb into the past tense, you know.

I guess I'm looking for a woman like my mother, and on our first date she'd put her breast in my mouth.