Quotes About Love

Compatibility is an achievement of love, it shouldn't be the precondition of love.

Rabih feels ready for marriage because he has despaired of being fully understood.

Lovers may kill their own love story for no other reason than that they are unable to tolerate the uncertainty, the sheer risk, that their experiment in happiness has delivered

Those among us who chose to stay single should not be thought un-Romantic. Indeed, we may be among the very most Romantic of all, which is precisely why we find the possibilities open to us especially unappetising. It's in the end the fervent Romantics who should be especially careful of ending up in mediocre relationships: relationships best suit the kind of people who don't expect too much from them.

Though it is a sign of some maturity to know how to love and live alongside someone, it may be a sign of even greater maturity to recognise that this is something one isn't in the end psychologically really capable of – as a good portion of us simply aren't. Retiring oneself voluntarily, in order to save others (and oneself) from the consequences of one's inner emotional turmoil may be the true sign of a great and kindly soul.

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Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

But I could I tell her so in a way that would suggest the distinctive nature of my attraction? Words like love or devotion or infatuation we're exhausted by the weight of successive love stories, but the layers imposed on them through the uses of others.

love is a skill rather than an enthusiasm.

He feeds her his worlds.

It is of course the height of absurdity to blame them. But this is to misunderstand the rules under which love operates. It is because we cannot scream at the forces who are really responsible that we get angry with those we are sure will best tolerate us for blaming them. We take it out on the very nicest, most sympathetic, most loyal people in the vicinity, the ones least likely to have harmed us, but the ones most likely to stick around while we pitilessly rant at them.

According to this view, love is simply a direction, not a place, and burns itself out with the attainment of its goal, the possession (in bed or otherwise) of the loved one.

Marriage: a deeply peculiar and ultimately unkind thing to inflict on anyone one claims to care for.

Vai entender que o amor só dura quando não somos fiéis às suas sedutoras ambições iniciais e que, para ter um relacionamento duradouro, precisará abrir mão dos sentimentos que desde o início o levaram a amar. Precisará aprender que o amor é mais habilidade do que entusiasmo.

A person cannot be at once a libertine and a married Romantic, however compelling both paradigms might be.

The only people who can still strike us as normal are those we don't yet know very well. The best cure for love is to get to know them better.

A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and more vital than does a man of genius who interests us.

I did not live Chloe for her body, I loved her body for the promise of who she was. It was a most inspiring promise

love is the pursuit in another of qualities we lack in ourselves, then in our love of someone from another country, one ambition may be to weld ourselves more closely to values missing from our own culture.

It is, unfortunately, easier to lose a lover than complete In Search of Lost Time.

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain wilful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

I felt ready to abandon selfabsorption for the sake of consummate empathy, to catalogue every one of Chloe's memories, to become a historian of her childhood, to learn all of her loves and fears. Everything that could possibly have played itself out within her mind and body had promptly grown fascinating.

Repression, a degree of restraint, and a little dedication to self-editing belong to love just as surely as a capacity for explicit confession.

Tupi men were allowed to take more than one wife, and were said to be devoted to them all. 'Their entire system of ethics contains only the same two articles: resoluteness in battle and love