Quotes About Love

I tried to make sense of the Four Books, until love arrived, and it all became a single syllable.

Don't let me wander from Your love, Don't let me leave Your door, And if I lose myself, Let me find myself with You.

If I told you about a land of love...would you swallow it as a remedy?

To love the world is to be afflicted.

When love arrives, all needs and flaws are gone.

If I told you about a land of love, friend, would you follow me and come? In that land are vineyards, that yield a deadly wine - no glass can hold it. Would you swallow it as a remedy?

Ko ölmek endî?esin 'â??k ölmez bâkîdür Ölmek senün nen ola çün cânun ?lâhîdür Ölümden ne korkars?n korkma ebedî vars?n Çün kim i?e yarars?n bu söz fâsid da'vîdür

not here (in the world) for a cause here for love lover's nest is the heart (I'm) here to make one

Ask those who know, what's this soul within the flesh? Reality's own power. What blood fills these veins? Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries. These sighs are love's clothing. Who is the Khan on the throne? Give thanks for His unity. He created when nothing existed. And since we are actually nothing, what are all of Solomon's riches? Ask Yunus and Taptuk what the world means to them. The world won't last. What are You? What am I?

I thought maybe this was the way we could show love for our country, and we should not make too much fuss or noise, we should abide by what they asked of us. I'm a totally different person now than I was back then. I was naiive about so many things.

greed and anger is for those who never have enough. Fear is for those who are afraid to lose. Pride is for the fearful. Ignorance is for the weak. Love is for the strong at heart.

Whoever said men hit harder when women are around, is right. Word for word, we beat the love out of each other.

Go & tell your drinking buddies & psychoanalyst your neighbor has risen from the ashes. I wonder if I should tell you about the love letters hidden behind the doorjamb. This house still stands among my lavender flowers. Tell your inheritors to think of me when they smile up at the sky.

Years ago you followed someone here, in love with breath kissing the nape of your neck, back when it was easy to be at least two places at once.

Inside my skin, loving you, I am this space my body believes in. — Yuself Komunyakaa, from "Unnatural State of the Unicorn," Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems . (Wesleyan University Press 1993)

Say something about real love. Yes, true love—more than parted lips, than parted legs in sorrow's darkroom of potash & blues. Let the brain stumble from its hidingplace, from its cell block, to the edge of oblivion to come to itself, sharp-tongued as a boar's grin in summer moss —Yusef Komunyakaa, from "Safe Subjects," Neon Venacular: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1993)

Love is an immortal wound that cannot be closed up. A person loses something, a part of her soul, when she loves someone. And she goes about looking for that lost part of her soul, for she knows that otherwise she is incomplete and cannot be at rest. It is only when she is with the person she loves that she becomes complete again in herself; but the moment he leaves, she loses that part which he has taken with him and knows no rest till she has found him once more.

All I know is that if God loves me only half as much as my mother does, he will not send me to Hell.

If you are really in love with someone, you never worry about the meaning of life.

In Homers Ilias scheint Thetis jedenfalls keine Einwände gegen die Beziehung ihres Sohnes Achilles zu Patrokles gehabt zu haben. Und Königin Olympias von Makedonien (eine der mächtigsten Frauen der Antike, die angeblich ihren Mann ermorden ließ) hatte offenbar nichts dagegen, als ihr Sohn Alexander der Große seinen Geliebten Hephaestion zum Essen nach Hause brachte.

Suffering emerges because people fail to appreciate this. They believe that there is some eternal essence somewhere, and if they can only find it and connect to it, they will be completely satisfied. This eternal essence is sometimes called God, sometimes the nation, sometimes the soul, sometimes the authentic self, and sometimes true love – and the more people are attached to it, the more disappointed and miserable they become due to the failure to find it.

Human communities and families have always been based on belief in 'priceless' things, such as honour, loyalty, morality and love. These things lie outside the domain of the market, and they shouldn't be bought or sold for money.

Pain is pain, fear is fear, and love is love—even in the matrix.

Even in romance, any aspiring Romeo or Werther knows that without sacrifice, there is no true love. The sacrifice is not just a way to convince your lover that you are serious - it is also a way to convince yourself that you are really in love. Why do you think women ask their lovers to bring them diamond rings? Once the lover makes such a huge financial sacrifice, he must convince himself that it was for a worthy cause.