Quotes About Love

L'amour est soif au bord d'un puits, L'amour est fleur et non pas fruit

O anda kendi kendime "onu seviyorum" demiyordum.Ne kendime ne de tabii ona.Yasli bir beyefendinin boyle konusmasi belki gulunc gelecek:Delice askin butun belirtileri vardi bende,ama kelime bir turlu gelmiyordu.Sanirim boyle anlarda sizinle alay ederek hatta kotu niyetle bile olsa 'asik' kelimesini telaffuz edecek bir sirdas lazimdir.

you cannot love, what use is the rising and the setting of the sun?

Because God has made us fall in love just as he has made certain flowers poisonous.

Il est des relations d'amour qui fonctionnent ainsi, sur le mode du manque et de l'éloignement. Tant qu'on est ailleurs, on peut maudire la séparation et vivre dans l'idée qu'il suffirait de se rejoindre. Une fois sur place, les yeux se dessillent: la distance préservait encore l'amour, si l'on abolit la distance on prend le risque d'abolir l'amour.

Nous les aimons, ils meurent. Nous avons beau essayé de les retenir, ils nous glissent entre les doigts, ils s'en vont, ils meurent.

Before pulling her veil back down, she lifted it a little more and cast a glance which Omar noticed, inhaled and tried to hold on to. It was a moment too fleet to be detected by the crowd but an eternity for the lover. Time has two faces, Khayyam said to himself. It has two dimensions, its length is measured by the rhythm of the sun but its depth by the rhythm of passion.

I am not one of those for whom faith is simply fear of judgement. How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

I had to await my first white hairs, my first regrets, before becoming convinced that every man, including my father, had the right to take the wrong road if he believed he was pursuing happiness. From that time I began to cherish his erring ways, just as I hope that you will cherish mine, my son. I wish that you too will sometimes get lost in your turn. And I hope that, like him, you will love to the point of tyranny, and that you will long remain receptive to the noble temptations of life.

J'ai besoin de ton regard, qui m'admire et me caresse; j'ai besoin de tes conseils, qui me soutiennent et me rassurent; et j'ai besoin de ton épaule, pour y reposer ma tête la nuit

you do not arrive only at your destination. At every stage of the journey you arrive somewhere and with every step you can discover a hidden facet of our planet. All you have to do is look, wish, believe and love.

There's nothing new about this story of ours, such things happen. Love misses its mark, arrives too early or too late. Nobody dies, except in novels.

The reckless open their arms & topple into love, as do dreamers who fly in their dreams without fear or danger. Those who know that all love must end in loss do not fall but rather cross slowly from the not knowing into the knowing.

Love is an evil word. Turn it backwards. See, see what I mean?

The clear-headed will see the striking gain I've made since I did find a woman, in the real world, whose life was connected up with mine and mine with hers before we knew anything about each other.

When one remembers a scene from the past in which one is with a loved one who is now dead, it is not like a memory at all, but like a dream one is having before his death, a premonition. In this dream which preceded death, the person is tranquil and happy, and yet, without reason, you know he is to die. When we recall the dead, the past becomes a dream we are dreaming foretelling death, though in our waking moments we cannot properly interpret it or give it significance.

Years ago, my mother and I fell in love with Busybee's voice, its calm, even tone, and a smile which was always audible in the language. My father, meanwhile, is clipping his nails fastidiously, letting them fall on to an old, spread-out copy of the Times of India, till he sneezes explosively, as he customarily does, sending the crescent-shaped nail-clippings flying into the universe.

A compassionate heart radiates rays of beauty that remove the clouds of million hearts.

Beautify your inner dialogue. Beautify your inner world with love light and compassion. Life will be beautiful.

Bless the world. Let it be a wonderful world with love, peace, joy and happiness.

Compassion is contagious. Every moment we choose compassion, we move towards a better world.

Compassion is the signature of Higher Consciousness. Non-violence is the tool to evolve into the Higher Consciousness.

Cultivate blessing. Bless yourself. Bless the whole world. Let it be full with love, peace, joy and happiness.

Deep down there is a rose in every heart.