Quotes About Love

Artemis stepped into his mother's embrace. It was warm and strong. She was wearing perfume. He felt like the boy he was.

Ik herinner me hem wel, Holly. Ik herinner het me allemaal. Vooral jou. Het is een hele troost dat jij hier bij me bent.' … 'Dat is heel lief van je, Artemis,' zei ze na even te hebben nagedacht. 'Maar je hoeft voor mij niet te doen alsof.

Love can be a noun or a verb, she said.

How do I love thee?" wondered Orion. "Let me see. I love thee passionately and eternally . . . obviously eternally— that goes without saying." Holly blinked sweat from her eyes. "Is he serious?" she called over her shoulder to Foaly. "Oh, absolutely," said the centaur, his voice juddering along with the pod's motion. "If he asks you to look for birthmarks, say no immediately.

I can tell you what love means, dictionary-wise, all the synonyms and so forth. And I can tell you all about endorphins and synapses and muscle memory. But ardour's resonance in the heart is a mystery to me. I'm a computer, Arthur. Arthur hid his disappointment with the traditional brisk rubbing of hands and stiffening of upper lip. Of course. No problem. I am made to live for ever but you are made to live.

I was a broken boy, and you fixed me.

It is like the old fairy tale. The boy saves the princess; they fall in love. He invents a flying machine—along with his dashing teacher, of course. They get married and name their firstborn after the aforementioned dashing teacher." Conor frowned. "I don't recall that fairy tale from the nursery." "Trust me, it's a classic.

Even as the Sun doth not wait for prayers and incantations to rise, but shines forth and is welcomed by all: so thou also wait not for clapping of hands and shouts and praise to do thy duty; nay, do good of thine own accord, and thou wilt be loved like the Sun.

Remind thyself that he whom thou lovest is mortal — that what thou lovest is not thine own; it is given thee for the present, not irrevocably nor for ever, but even as a fig or a bunch of grapes at the appointed season of the year

Remind yourself that what you love is mortal … at the very moment you are taking joy in something, present yourself with the opposite impressions. What harm is it, just when you are kissing your little child, to say: Tomorrow you will die, or to your friend similarly: Tomorrow one of us will go away, and we shall not see one another any more?

The object of your love is mortal; it is not one of your possessions; it has been given to you for the present, not inseparably nor forever." (Epictetus, The Discourses)

Whoever then has knowledge of good things, would know how to love them; but how could one who cannot distinguish good things from evil and things indifferent from both have power to love?

If you are kissing your child or wife, say that it is a human being whom you are kissing, for when the wife or child dies, you will not be disturbed.

Así como el Sol no espera que las oraciones y conjuros se levanten, sino que resplandece y es bien recibido por todos: así que tú tampoco esperes aplaudir y gritar y alabar para cumplir con tu deber; no, haz el bien por tu propia voluntad, y serás amado como el Sol.

when we love, hate or fear such things, then the people who administer them are bound to become our masters.

The value of one's life is determined by how much love one gives, not by how much love one has received.

Every challenge is presented to you so that you will choose love and turn away from negativity and blame.

He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me—in those who harbor such thoughts hatred will never cease. He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me—in those who do not harbor such thoughts hatred will cease. For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love—this is an old rule.

Follow not after vanity, nor after the enjoyment of love and lust! He who is earnest and meditative, obtains ample joy.

By firm immutable immortal laws Impress'd on Nature by the GREAT FIRST CAUSE, Say, MUSE! how rose from elemental strife Organic forms, and kindled into life; How Love and Sympathy with potent charm Warm the cold heart, the lifted hand disarm; Allure with pleasures, and alarm with pains, And bind Society in golden chains.

Genocide is a word. Like the words "love" or "God," it seems to be comprehensible. But in fact it cannot be grasped, it cannot be taken in. It is the unspeakable made verbal.

Successful teaching rests both on a genuine and selfless concern for students and on the ability to convey to them a love of history.

Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort. Love is not a spontaneous feeling, a thing that you fall into, but is something that requires thought, knowledge, care, giving, and respect. And it is something that is rare and difficult to find in capitalism, which commodifies human activity.

The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.