Quotes About Love

the kiss and the bite are such close cousins that in the heat of love they are too readily confounded

Og kjærligheten blev verdens ophav og verdens hersker, men alle dens veier er fulle av blomster og blod, blomster og blod.

Love is God's first word, the first thought that sailed through his mind. When he said: Let there by light! there was love. And he was well-pleased with what he had made, nor did he wish any of it unmade. And love was the world's origin and the world's ruler; but all its ways are filled with flowers and blood, flowers and blood.

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.

I'll exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.

If she only knew that all of his poems had been written to her and no one else, every single one, even the one to Night, even the one to the Spirit of the Swamp. But that was something she should never know.

Takva je ljubav. Ona može da uništi ?oveka, i nanovo ga podigne i preporodi. Danas može da voli mene, sutra tebe, a ve? sutra uve?e nekog stranca, toliko je nestalna. Ali može i da bude ?vrsta kao nesalomljiv pe?at, može neugasivo da plamti do samrtnog ?asa.

Slik var kjærligheten. Den kunde ruinere sin mand, gjenreise ham og brændemeærke ham igjen; den kunde elske mig idag, dig imorgen og ham imorgen nat, så ubestandig var den. Men den kunde også holde fast som et ubrytelig segl og blusse like uutslukelig til dødens stund, for så evig var den.

Asked what love is, some reply: It is only a wind whispering among the roses and dying away. But often it is an inviolable seal that endures for life, endures till death. God has fashioned it of many kinds and seen it endure or perish.

Growth of the soil was something different, a thing to be procured at any cost; the only source, the origin of all. A dull and desolate existence? Nay, least of all. A man had everything; his powers above, his dreams, his loves, his wealth of superstition.

If I happened to find a diamond one day, I would call it Dagny, because the very sound of your name thrills me. I only wish that I could forever hear your name, hear it spoken by all men and beasts, by every mountain and every star. I wish I were deaf to every sound except your name ringing in my ears day and night for the rest of my life.

No, I don't admire the genius. But I admire and love the result of the genius's activity in the world, of which the great man is only the poor necessary tool, only, so to speak, the paltry awl to bore with.

Gud i himlen, kjærligheten er et flygtig stof!

It's always the same story. Naturally one doesn't get the woman one should have had; but if by some damned freak of reason and justice it ever does happen, then of course she dies immediately after.

Alas, love turns the human heart into a mildewed garden, a lush and shameless garden in which grow mysterious, obscene toadstools.

Love was God's first word, the first thought that sailed across his mind. He said, Let there be light, and there was love.

Daniel var en mand som forstod adskillig, han hadde været ute for et og andet i livet, hadde mistet både sin farsgård og sin kjæreste, han visste hvad omsorg og rømmekoller og godt mot betydde.

Ak, kjærligheten den gjør menneskehjærtet til en sophave, en frodig og uforskammet have hvori står hemmelighetsfuld og fræk sop.

Og jeg var så kjær i ham, å hele verden blev borte når han kom. Jeg husker en mand som kunde komme gående! Han hadde fuldskjæg, han var som et dyr, han stanset iblandt og holdt den ene fot oppe og lyttet, så gik han videre. Han brukte også skindklær.

I have no murders to tell about, but I have joys and sufferings and love. And love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

Åh, kjærligheten den er en sommernatt med stjerner på himmelen

Y el amor fue el origen del mundo, el maestro del mundo. Mas todos sus caminos están llenos de flores y de sangre, de sangre y de flores.

Å de hadde begge hat rædsel for følgerne, javel, og de hadde like så idelig fornyet rædslerne. Nei det var ikke sport og væddemål, det var murring i blodet, nødvendig dumhet og dårskap efter verdens ældste mønster, kanske også noget gyldent, kanske kjærlighet, de tkunde være så mange ting tilsammen.

And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood.