Quotes About Love

And saying you love him is the same as saying you don't want to know what he really thinks of you. If you talked to him,' she said, 'you would find out.

Puede haber amor sin celos, pero no sin temores» MIGUEL DE CERVANTES

Supongo, añadí, que esa es una definición del amor, creer en algo que solo dos personas pueden ver.

Es dificilísimo que hasta los más bondadosos, los que más te quieren, se tomen tus intereses verdaderamente en serio, porque suelen aconsejarte desde una vida más segura y más aislada que la tuya, en la que escapar no es una realidad, sino algo con lo que de vez en cuando sueñan.

although I've noticed that the people who love children the most often respect them the least.

If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse. And what is astonishing is how much details it gathers to itself, so that nothing remains untouched by it.

Apesar disso, falou ele, eu ainda acredito no amor. O amor restaura quase tudo, e quando não consegue restaurar, leva a dor embora.

I suppose, I said, it is one definition of love, the belief in something that only the two of you can see, and in this case it proved to be an impermanent basis for living.

Once Agnes had been in love and since then she had been in pain.

Like love, I said, being understood creates the fear that you will never be understood again.

I feel like my heart is talking to you all the time.

Como en el amor, continué, que te entiendan crea el temor a que no vuelvan a entenderte jamás.

Cruelty is an aspect of civilisation, I say. Cruelty is part of power; it's like the army; you bring it out when you need to. … What he calls cruelty I call the discipline of self-criticism. A woman who loves herself is unprotected. She will be invaded, put in chains, left there in the primordial swamp to love her heart out.

What kind of love was this, that needed the love object domesticated and locked up? And if there was love being handed out, why wasn't she getting any?

When I think of my child I am seized by the desire to make good all my former powerlessness, to love as I would like to be loved: mercifully, completely, unambiguously. Her experience of this love is for the moment rather shady and unclear. I want to write it down and put it in a drawer for her, like the title deeds to something, so that she will have some proof, some inheritance, should something happen to me before I get a chance to explain it to her.

He keeps her because he loves her, despite the fact she is destructive, and there is a value for her too in his attention, though its consequence is her captivity.

If he could only love what he did not know, and be loved in return on that same basis, then knowledge became an inexorable disenchantment, for which the only cure was to fall in love with someone new.

Guiltily I would think that I had baptised her early in the eternal doctrine of human pain, of things passing, of what was loved vanishing, never to return.

Love is more respectable, more practical, more hardworking than I had ever suspected, but it lies close to the power to destroy. I have never before remotely felt myself to possess that power, and I am as haunted by it as if it were a gun in a nearby drawer.

I suppose, I said, it is one definition of love, the belief in something that only the two of you can see.

Yet I still, he said, believe in love. Love restores almost everything, and where it can't restore, it takes away the pain.

Talvez que o amor da morte seja como o amor por homem, e a gente só se satisfaça, só se console e se cure depois de possuída e extenuada.

I have no wisdom to share on dating.

Running away from love is never any good at all, to our sort. It only deepens the feeling, and it's better to stay and wear it down.