Quotes About Love

He will conclude that love can endure only when one is unfaithful to its beguiling opening ambitions; and that for his relationships to work he will need to give up on the feelings that got him into them in the first place. He will need to learn that love is a skill rather than an enthusiasm.

the truth is that being yourself... fully yourself around another human being is a treat that you should probably spare anyone that you claim to love

The possibility of an alternative love story is a reminder that the life we are leading is only one of a myriad of possible lives and it is the impossibility of leading them all that plunges us into sadness.

É um sinal de que duas pessoas tenham parado de amar uma a outra (ou pelo menos parado de desejar fazer o esforço que constitui noventa por cento do amor)quando não são mais capazes de transformar diferenças em piadas.

Alice loved in order to make up for her own insufficiencies, she searched in others for qualities she aspired to, respected but lacked. Her emotional needs were like a puzzle incomplete without a segment brought by another but the dimensions of the void altered in response to self-development, the piece which fitted at fifteen would no longer fit at thirty. The gap redrew its contours, and unless the puzzle-person kept up she would be left to divorce or awkwardly force the issue.

How kind we would be if we managed to import even a little of this instinct into adult relationships—if here, too, we could look past the grumpiness and viciousness and recognize the fear, confusion, and exhaustion which almost invariably underlie them. This is what it would mean to gaze upon the human race with love.

One of love's greatest drawbacks is that, for a while at least, it is in danger of making us seriously happy.

F?r? dragoste, ne pierdem capacitatea de a avea o identitate real?; în dragoste exist? o constant? confirmare a sinelui

Singurii oameni care înc? ni se par normal sunt cei pe care nu-i cunoaÈ™tem îndeajuns. Cel mai bun leac pentru iubire e s? apuc?m s?-i cunoaÈ™tem mai bine.

PuÈ›ini oameni sunt pur È™i simplu nesuferiÈ›i; cei care r?nesc sunt la rândul lor r?niÈ›i. În aceste condiÈ›ii, reacÈ›ia cuvenit? nu e niciodat? cinismul sau agresiunea, ci, în rarele momente când suntem în stare de ea, iubirea.

Perhaps because the origins of a certain kind of love lie in an impulse to escape ourselves and our weaknesses by an alliance with the beautiful and noble. But if the loved ones love us back, we are forced to return to ourselves, and are hence reminded of the things that had driven us into love in the first place? Perhaps it was not love we wanted after all, perhaps it was simply someone to believe in--but how can we believe in the beloved now that they believe in us?

We seem to know far too much about how love starts, and recklessly little about how it might continue.

It is essential for the happiness of couples and the single that one regularly rehearses the very many good reasons why it's OK to spend one's life without anyone. Only once singlehood has completely equal prestige with its alternative can we ensure that people will be free in their choices and hence join couples for the right reasons; because they love another person, rather than because they are terrified of remaining single.

They hug tightly, expressing the pure affection available only to two people who have no further designs upon each other. Their lack of time is a privilege.

Does beuty give birth to love? Or does love give birth to beauty? Did I love Chloe because she was beautiful? Or was she beautiful because I loved her?

Sá»± th?t là khi chúng ta lá»›n lên, ta gi?t t?t c? nh?ng ng??i yêu thÆ°Æ¡ng ta b?ng m?i quan tâm ta dành cho h?, b?ng tình âu y?m ??y b?t an mà ta khÆ¡i g?i và không ng?ng khu?y Ä'á»™ng trong lòng h?. (Proust)

this was only a confirmation of the uniqueness that I had managed to find in my girlfriend. I had animated her face with her soul.

a lack of love: between a man and a woman is the announcement that what they might produce would only be a badly organized, unhappy being, wanting in harmony in itself.

It is one of the ironies of love that it is easiest confidently to seduce those we are least attracted to.

Certainly travelers had returned from the heart and tried to represent what they had seen, but love was in the end like a species of rare colored butterfly, often sighted, but rarely conclusively identified.

the only difference between the end of love and the end of life being that at least in the latter, we are granted the comforting thought that we will not feel anything after death. No such comfort for the lover, who knows that the end of the relationship will not necessarily be the end of love, and most certainly not the end of life.

Afraid of losing her, we forget all the others. Sure of keeping her, we compare her with those others whom at once we prefer to her.

The pursuit of personal happiness and the production of healthy children are two radically contrasting projects, which love maliciously confuses us into thinking of as one for a requisite number of years. We should not be surprised by marriages between people who would never have been friends

We are about to understand, but have not yet understood. This moment is important because it generally does not lie up to its promise. We abandon the process of reflection. Not much of a decision about the personal meaning of love, justice or success is achieved, and we move on to something else. Looking at Twombly's painting assists us in a crucial thought: 'The part of me that wonders about important questions and then gets confused has not had enough recognition