Quotes About Love

Qui ti volevo, caro il mio signore di buona famiglia. Un borghese, sei, ecco la questione, schifosamente borghese, con la testa piena di pregiudizi borghesi, orgoglioso della tua rispettabilità borghese. Cosa vuoi che se ne facesse la Laide della tua rispettabilità borghese? E tu cos'eri per lei?

Ma tu - adesso ci penso - sei troppo lontana, centinaia e centinaia di chilometri difficili a valicare. Tu sei dentro a una vita che ignoro, e gli altri uomini ti sono accanto, a cui probabilmente sorridi, come a me nei tempi passati. Ed è bastato poco tempo perché ti dimenticassi di me. Probabilmente non riesci più a ricordare il mio nome. Io sono ormai uscito da te, confuso fra le innumerevoli ombre. Eppure non so pensare che a te, e mi piace dirti queste cose.

Un po' più in là della tua solitudine, c'è la persona che ami

ninguém mais pode tomar para si uma mínima parte dela; que, se alguém sofre, os outros não vão sofrer por isso, ainda que o amor seja grande, e é isso o que causa a solidão da vida.

deu-se conta de que os homens, ainda que possam se querer bem, permanecem sempre distantes;

It was at this period that Drogo realised how far apart men are whatever their affection for each other, that if you suffer the pain is yours and yours alone, no one else can take upon himself the least part of it; that if you suffer it does not mean that others feel pain even though their love is great: hence the loneliness of life.

Difficile è credere in una cosa quando si è soli, e non se ne può parlare con alcuno. Proprio in quel tempo Drogo si accorse come gli uomini, per quanto possano volersi bene, rimangano sempre lontani; che se uno soffre, il dolore è completamente suo, nessun altro può prenderne su di sé una minima parte; che se uno soffre, gli altri per questo non sentono male, anche se l'amore è grande, e questo provoca la solitudine della vita.

In un momento Sono sfiorite le rose I petali caduti Perché io non potevo dimenticare le rose Le cercavamo insieme Abbiamo trovato delle rose Erano le sue rose erano le mie rose Questo viaggio chiamavamo amore Col nostro sangue e colle nostre lagrime facevamo le rose Che brillavano un momento al sole del mattino Le abbiamo sfiorite sotto il sole tra i rovi Le rose che non erano le nostre rose Le mie rose le sue rose P. S. E così dimenticammo le rose.

Academic theology, without spiritual practices, can all too easily lead to frustration with our theological constructions and even a loss of faith, because the practice of theology can then degenerate into a display of individual virtuosity rather than being an effort to grow in knowledge and love of God.

God be thanked, the meanest of His mortals, Has two soul-sides, one to face the world with; One to show a woman when he loves her.

I suggest that we should deal with sex, not from the standpoint of its wickedness, nor of its commonplaceness, but of its sacredness.

Very interestingly do the four Tarot cards assigned to Netzach reveal the nature of the Venusian influence as it comes, down the planes. They teach us a very important lesson, for they show how essentially unstable this force is unless it is rooted in spiritual principle. The lower forms of love are of the emotions, and essentially unreliable; but the higher love is dynamic and energising.

No argument in the world is ever resolved. Resolving would suggest some liquid in which arguments could be immersed, perhaps love. But it must be love enough.

Brazil is where I belong, the place that feels like home. They love their family, their country and God, and are not afraid to let anybody know it.

Nu hield ik erg van groot en zacht, dat doe ik nog. Ik ging trouw naar bed met een vossebont dat vreselijk verhaarde en kleine glimmende kraaloogjes had. Het is tot nu toe mijn grootste liefde gebleven, samen met de geelgerande watertor, een half jaar gehouden in een zinken emmer, toen ging hij dood; en wellicht die poedel gekocht bij de dames Heuvel van de speelgoedwinkel, zelf uitgezocht, ja, ik had goede ouders.

I realize now that the reason we often feel so bad about change is because of all those beautiful things that happen in our lives. I mean, I can't remember ever feeling sad about many things other than a great memory. I believe in contentment and love and laughter. I believe when we fear for our content it is then, most of all, we feel sadness.

Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

Have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?

Let us put it the other way, the Lutheran or Protestant church versus the Catholic. The Catholic is the girl that you love so much that she can lie to you, and the Protestant is the girl that loves you so much that you can lie to her, and pretend a lot that you do not feel.

Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the 'findings' in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves.

You know what man really desires?" inquired the doctor, grinning into the immobile face of the Baron. "One of two things: to find someone who is so stupid that he can lie to her, or to love someone so much that she can lie to him.

Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.