Quotes About Love

If things went according to the death notices, ... the earth seems to have been populated by a horde of wingless angels without one's having been aware of it. Pure love, which in reality is to be found so seldom, shines on all sides in death, and is the commonest thing of all.

Wir reden nicht viel, aber wir sind voll zarterer Rücksicht miteinander, als ich mir denke, dass Liebende es sein können. Wir sind zwei Menschen, zwei winzige Funken Leben, draußen ist die Nacht und der Kreis des Todes. Wir sitzen an ihrem Rande, gefährdet und geborgen...wir sind uns nahe mit unseren Herzen und die Stunde ist wie der Raum: Überflackert von einem sanftem Feuer gehen die Empfindungen hin und her...

Ništa nije opasnije od žene koja sve voli. Kako da ?ovek onda udesi da voli samo njega?

We loved our country as much as they; we went courageously into every action; but also we distinguished the false from true, we had suddenly learned to see. And we saw that there was nothing of their world left. We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.

I felt today when the night melted away into a flowering bush and the wind smelled of strawberries and without love one is only a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it and one might as well die

The war has ruined us for everything. He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.

Now I suddenly saw that I could be something to someone, simply because I was there, and that that person was happy because I was with her. Said like that, it sounds very simple; but when you think about it, it is a tremendous thing, a thing that knows no end. It is something that can break and transform one. It is love and yet something more —something for which one can live.

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

A man has to have something he can put faith in. Can't you see that? What I want is someone that will love me; she would have me and I her. Otherwise a man may just go hang himself

We were never very demonstrative in our family; poor folk who toil and are full of cares are not so. It is not their way to protest what they already know. When my mother says to me dear boy, it means much more than when another uses it.

Children, that's what a man needs—children, who know nothing about it.

But you will understand me anyways, even without words. Everything is so new to me that I cannot express it; I didn't know that my breathe could love, that my nails could love, that even my death could love. And I don't care how much it will last, or whether I can hold it or not, or whether I will be able to express it properly.

Osje?ao sam se trom i spor i mrzio sam sebe što Heleni ne mogu bolje da pokažem koliko je volim ti tom trenutku. Morala je misliti da oklijevam zato što je ne želim, a ne zato što je toliko mnogo želim.

And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!

Es tevi ?oti m?lu," sac?ju. "Es m?lu tevi un šo mirkli, un vasaru, kas dr?z paies, un šo ainavu, un š?s atvadas, un pirmoreiz sav? m?ž? — sevi pašu, jo esmu k? spogulis, kur? tu spogu?ojies, un t? es tevi divk?rt ieg?stu. Lai sv?t?ts šis vakars un š? stunda!

Meil? - tai troškimas perduoti toliau tai, ko negali išlaikyti. - Perduoti toliau? K?? G?žteliu pe?iais. - Tam esama daug vard?. Galb?t sav?j? aš, kur? norim išsaugot. Arba savo širdis. Taip ir pasakykim: širdis. Arba savo ilges?. Savo širdis.

Ništa nije opasnije od žene kaja sve voli. Kako da ?ovek onda udesi da voli samo njega?

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On sekiz ya??nda idik; dünyay?, hayat? sevmeye baÅŸlam??t?k, sevdiÄŸimiz bu ÅŸeylere kurÅŸun s?kmak zorunda kald?k. Patlayan ilk mermiler kalbimize sapland?. Çal??ma, çaba, ilerleme kap?lar? kapand? bize. Biz bunlara art?k inanm?yoruz, biz harbe inan?yoruz.

Kad se želi živeti, onda se još nešto i voli. Tada je teže, ali i lakše. Eto, ja bih i onako morala da umrem, a sad sam zadovoljna što imam tebe. Mogla sam biti sama i nesre?na. Tada bih želela da umrem. Ovako je teže, ali sam puna ljubavi, kao p?ela meda kad se uve?e vra?a u košnicu. Kad bih mogla da biram, uvek bih izabrala ovo isto.

?nsan yaln?z oldu mu tabiat? incelemeye, sevmeye ba?l?yor.

Ne?emo se više ni skim sastajati. Prava ljubav ne podnosi svet. I onda ne?e biti ni nastupa ljubomore, ni loma.