Quotes About Love

That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around, the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is.

So there are two you's, the one you create by loving and the one the beloved creates by loving you. The farther those two you's are apart the more the world grinds and grudges on its axis. But if you loved and were loved perfectly then there wouldn't be any difference between the two you's or any distance between them. They would coincide perfectly, there would be perfect focus, as when a stereoscope gets the twin images on the card into perfect alignment.

Then after a long time Annie wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a big girl and I was so much in love with her that I lived in a dream. In the dream my heart seemed to be ready to burst, for it seemed that the whole world was inside it swelling to get out and be the world. But that summer came to an end. Time passed and nothing happened that we had felt so certain at one time would happen.

When you get born your father and mother lost something out of themselves, and they are going to bust a ham trying to get it back, and you are it. They know they can't get it all back but they will get as big a chunk out of you as they can.

For what blessing may a man hope for but An immortality in The loving vigilance of death.

Oh, Anne, why did you do it?     It was the one question I had never meant to ask.     For a moment she did not answer. Then, without raising her eyes, she said in a low voice, He wasn't like anybody else. Not anybody else I'd ever known. And I love him. I love him, I guess. I guess that is the reason.     I sat there and reckoned I had asked for that one.

But why should I lie here longer? I am not dead yet … And the world's way is yet long to go, And I love the world even in my anger, And love is a hard thing to outgrow. —Robert Penn Warren, from "American Portrait: Old Style," Now and Then: Poems, 1976-1978<.i> (Random House, 1978)

That is what all of us historical researchers believe. And we love truth.

We never know what we have lost, or what we have found. We are only ourselves, and that promise. Continue to walk in the world. Yes, love it!

The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been made into.

I couldn't any more have touched her then than if she had been my little sister.

How can I love all this so much and be insane?

Over all the millennia, only you have ever loved me, Thor. Only you have ever looked at me with affection in place of condescension. Why, then, am I killing you, and not the others? Because you stopped.

If supremacy of conscience means anything, it means that the inner integrity of the individual is more important than any mental construct. If love means anything, it means accepting others in their differences from oneself as well as in their similarities.

As we enter the physical plane, we are love temporarily hidden from itself. When we remember who we really are, our inner light, our love, shines forth for all to see. That, I believe, is why we are here.

The love that you give another is what knits the wounds of the world.

nuestras frecuencias individuales, ya sean de amor o de miedo, fluyen constantemente hacia el exterior, afectando por igual a los seres espirituales como a otras personas que pueden estar en cualquier parte, incluso lejos de nosotros.

The primary role of sex is to [help you] remember that you are Spirits, to share an ever-increasing experience of creation itself. Human love is only a small part of All There Is, and All There Is is Love. There's nothing else. So, when you're in the body

For the soul, grief is an expression of love, and every expression of love is healing. If we resist grief, we literally wrap energy around our pain and lock it into place. Crying is the body's natural means for clearing such energetic density; tears keep energy flowing and so allow for further healing.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

No entanto, apesar de toda a minha força física, jamais me sentira tão fraco, porque era incapaz de secar as lágrimas dos olhos de minha irmã ou de livrar seu coração da tristeza.

Love and war," he said, "are Earth's two staple commodities. We've been turning them both out in bumper crops since the beginning of time.

I don't understand why anybody old enough to know the score ever gets married, anyway. Why should love require a contract? Why put yourself into the clutches of the state and give it power over you? Why invite lawyers to fuck around with your assets? Marriage is for the immature and the insecure and the ignorant. We who see through such institutions should be content to live together without legal coercion

There are other themes for poetry besides immersion in the Will, my friends. The love of person for person, the joy of defending one's home, the wonder of standing naked beneath the fiery stars—" The invader laughed. "Can it be that Earth fell so swiftly because its only poets were poets of acquiescence to destiny?