Quotes About Love

Do you, like Hector, think of your family above all and weaken your resolve by doing that?

Or do you, like Achilles, believe in the dignity of love and the purity of honor as the only things that matter in the face of death?

recognizing that I had understood something that evening: the banality of one's own death, so much less terrible than the death of someone you love;

Sometimes looking at the fulmar's gaping, mouth-opening, mutually frenzied, head-bobbing, nibbling, shout-laughing version of 'I love you/I hate you', which can begin calmly enough but then builds to a tumultuous, guffawing, totalizing climax, I have thought that only in the ecstatic moments of life can we come near to knowing the reality of a bird's mind.

It is to do with John Overall's lust. The poor man, who was forty-four in 1604, found it easier, he told his friends, to preach in Latin, which he had studied so hard and so long, and that he found it 'troublesome to speak English as a continued oration'. Despite (or perhaps because of?) that rather unworldly removal from everyday discourse, the dean fell in love with and married the sexiest girl in London. Anne Orwell was irresistible:

Love, Jamie P.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.

I was so in love I went into my room and drank half a bottle of Robitussin.

Books don't change lives... People change lives... Sometimes, if you're lucky, if you get the thing right, a book can say some important things and that's all fine and good... but a book is just an artifact... a thing that sits on a desk or a shelf... People make the real difference... People and love...

miss someone is not just word it is more than word it is like when u want ur love to be with u every moment

Man naturally desires, not only to be loved, but to be lovely.

Hatred and anger are the greatest poison to the happiness of a good mind. There is, in the very feeling of those passions, something harsh, jarring, and convulsive, something that tears and distracts the breast, and is altogether destructive of that composure and tranquillity of mind which is so necessary to happiness, and which is best promoted by the contrary passions of gratitude and love.

The agreeable passions of love and joy can satisfy and support the heart without any auxiliary pleasure. The bitter and painful emotions of grief and resentment more strongly require the healing consolation of sympathy.

Only in marriage do love and time, eternal enemies, join forces.

It's a bittersweet road we parents travel. We start with total commitment to a small, helpless human being. Over the years we worry, plan, comfort, and try to understand. We give our love, our labor, our knowledge, and our experience—so that one day he or she will have the inner strength and confidence to leave us.

To be loved equally," I continued, "is somehow to be loved less. To be loved uniquely—for one's own special self—is to be loved as much as we need to be loved.

When they're tempted, conflicted, or confused, they'll know where to turn for guidance. When the unwholesome voices in the pop culture call to them, they'll have another voice inside their heads—yours—with your values, your love, your faith in them.

I ran over without a word, cradled PLT tenderly in my arms and carried her upstairs. Placing her on my own bed, I wrapped my mortally wounded pet in my best school scarf and lay down next to her. It was a night of grief I have never forgotten.

She was her mother's favorite saying come to life. The cure for everything is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea.

When I get Kylie back, I'm not letting her walk anywhere by herself until she's fifty," Rachel mutters, knowing this is a pitiful horse/ barn-door statement.

It hadn't been love at first sight, but it was pretty damn close. He was so funny and charming and smart. All the books he'd read. All the stuff he knew.

She was her mother's favorite saying come to life. The cure for everything is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea.

When I am sad and weary When I think all hope has gone When I walk along High Holborn I think of you with nothing on.

Our days were full of tiny moments like these, when she loved me even when I was not looking. When she saw me even when I felt like I was hiding.

I knew why. I knew I loved you from the moment you barreled out of your house and demanded to help us move in. From the first time you held my hand and led me down to our fort by the cul-de-sac." She sighed. "I loved you every minute of it. And every single time we got close enough that I thought you might love me too, you pulled away.