Quotes About Love

My momma and poppa appeared from the shadows. They flew to me and wrapped their arms around me and cooled my face with their ghost tears.

Quote from Ashes-pg. 39 Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.

Are you kidding me? It's Shakespeare'! Look at Romeo And Juliet.; they're what, like fourteen years old, and they meet at a party and bam, jump in bed. They hook up in her bedroom with her parents in the house, and then they get caught and everybody dies... Slutty fourteen year olds and gang violence. I can't believe they make high school kids read it.

At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

She could grow them anywhere, at any time, and they seemed to live longer for her. She grew them with rough, almost slap-dash love, but her hands possessed such an understanding of their needs they seemed to turn to her like another sun. She could snatch a dry root from field or hedgerow, dab it into the garden, give it a shake and almost immediately it flowered. One felt she could grow roses from a stick or chair-leg, so remarkable was this gift. Our

A wasting memory is not only a destroyer; it can deny one's very existence. A day unremembered is like a soul unborn, worse than if it had never been. What indeed was that summer if it is not recalled? That journey? That act of love? To whom did it happen if it has left you with nothing? Certainly not to you. So any bits of warm life preserved by the pen are trophies snatched from the dark, are branches of leaves fished out of the flood, are tiny arrests of mortality.

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I took to the...Library as to a lover...

I could never, I knew then, lose myself in love. Margery had accused me of coldness, and she was right, but she was also wrong: For me, for always, the paramount organ of passion was the mind. Unnatural, unbalanced, perhaps, but it was true: Without intellect, there could be no love.

Love was the thing that kept a person going past exhaustion, beyond reason, after hope was at its end. Grit

he met a nice girl and got married, and they had a kid, and then either he found out she wasn't so nice after all, or she found out he wasn't, or the discovery was mutual. They got a divorce

And this almost tautological business of having done one's best can't be reserved exclusively for parents.

We touched glasses very solemnly and drank a toast to health and love and money and time to enjoy them.

he was sort of a yutz, and he would have married her, because that went along with being the kind of yutz he was, but thank God she said something to her Aunt Vicki, and Vicki had a cousin who knew somebody

while all of this was going on, a man's face, a slight caricature of the artist as a young voyeur, loomed in a window over the bed and leered down at the two girls. The caption read, "What do they know about love uptown?" That's an old and not very funny joke, and if you don't already know it you're not going to read it here, because it's a bore. But it does fit the circumstances well enough.

Seeking love from another person is the biggest waste of your time.

Almost all people mistake ego approval for love. Because it is not love, it is not satisfying. Consequently, one continuously needs and demands it. And, this produces only frustration.

All it knows is, if the person doesn't do what you want them to do, beat them up, disapprove of them, send some negative energy their way, ridicule them. This is our idea of love: Do what I want you to do and I'll love you. Don't do what I want you to do and I'll have nothing to do with you. That approach isn't working for you, is it?

To become desireless, to not want anything external to ourselves, means we rest in ourselves, whole, joyous and happy. In this state, our true nature is constant love, unending love, giving love.

When you really love, you can never be hurt.

Practice the Three Breakthrough Actions: • Let go of your non-love feelings. • Hold in mind what you want. • Be positive and loving in spite of whatever happens.

Lovers are never equally matched - do you think? One always overshadows the other and stunts his or her growth so that the overshadowed one must always be tormented by a desire to escape, to be free to grow. Surely this is the only tragic thing about love?

She took kisses like so many coats of paint […] how long and how vainly I searched for excuses which might make her amorality if not palatable at lest understandable. I realize now the time I wasted in this way; instead of enjoying her and turning aside from these preoccupations with the thought, 'She is untrustworthy as she is beautiful. She takes love as plants do water, lightly, thoughtlessly.