Quotes About Love

The unloved watch the loved perform the small rituals of their loving.

It is not enough to feel love. More important is how we express love.

I might one day risk falling in love again, but I was not going to lose my heart to the cardiologist.

To separate from love is to live a risk-free life. What's the point of that sort of life? As I wheeled my electric bike through the park on the way to my writing shed, my hands had turned blue from the cold. I had given up wearing gloves because I was always grappling in the dark for keys. I stopped by the fountain, only to find it had been switched off. A sign from the council read, This fountain has been winterized. I reckoned that is what had happened to me too.

I had broken the rules of exchange. She had given and I had taken, but I had not reciprocated. A gift like love is never free.

I realized my mother had charm and verve. If I blew on her name, ROSE, the letters would shuffle around and come out as EROS, the god of love, winged but lame.

She was not a poet. She was a poem. She was about to snap in half. He thought his own poetry had made her la la la la love him. It was unbearable.

In her view, this is because a man's love of a woman is not what gives him his self-worth. I was no longer interested in exploring this kind of dynamic in

Beautiful breath beautiful breath beautiful breath. I loved every part of her.

I love him with as much protest as I can muster.

Whatever you do they will love you; even if they don't love you they are connected to you till you die. You can be boring and tedious with sisters, whereas you have to put on a good face with friends.

Deborah Moggach

For a man's greatest joy and comfort is a happy home, where he can close the door after his day's labours and find peace and solace beside the fireplace, enjoying the loving attentions of a blessed wife.

You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.

You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

The world is chaotic. All artists know this, but they try to make sense of it. Sophia has made sense of it for him. She has stitched it together like the most beautiful cloak. Her love has sewn it together and they can wrap it around themselves and be safe from the world. Nobody can reach them.

Remove the Curtain of your Heart and see the Beloved sitting inside yourself. Close your Ears to the Outside and hear the Cosmic Sound going on within you. Intro to Part 2, Chapter 1. Credit given to Mira, poet-saint of Rajastan.

Sophia will not come. How mad he is to imagine, for a moment, that she might. Why should she risk everything for him? He can offer her nothing, only love.

Even when I succeed in getting there we only have an hour. At ten o'clock the night-watch trumpet sounds and those who are out return to bed. What a blameless, hardworking nation we are. In bed by ten, faithful husbands and faithful wives. It is no city for lovers, for those out late on the street are viewed with suspicion.

If the poet says that he can inflame men with love, which is the central aim in all animal species, the painter has the power to do the same, and to an even greater degree, in that he can place in front of the lover the true likeness of that which is beloved, often making him kiss and speak to it. —LEONARDO DA VINCI, Notebooks

Deborah Moggach

The eyes of a man betrayed his heart.

Look what love does...This was the real Islam, the Islam of love, not hate. Muhammad would be proud.

She wasn't sure who were family & who were friends, and maybe they all were both, and maybe it didn't matter one bit.