Quotes About Love

A Token" My lady fair with soft arms, what can I say to you—words, words as if all worlds were there.

To be in love is like going out- side to see what kind of day it is.

How dear you are to me, how love- ly all your body is, how all these senses do commingle, so that in your very arms I still can think of you.

Now love also becomes a reward so remote from me I have only made it with my mind.

The Tunnel" Tonight, nothing is long enough— time isn't. Were there a fire, it would burn now. Were there a heaven, I would have gone long ago. I think that light is the final image. But time reoccurs, love—and an echo. A time passes love in the dark.

The Language" Locate I love you some- where in teeth and eyes, bite it but take care not to hurt, you want so much so little. Words say everything. I love you again, then what is emptiness for. To fill, fill. I heard words and words full of holes aching. Speech is a mouth.

The Sentence" There is that in love which, by the syntax of, men find women and join their bodies of their minds —which wants so to acquire a continuity, a place, a demonstration that it must be one's own sentence.

Love comes quietly, finally, drops about me, on me, in the old ways. What did I know thinking myself able to go alone all the way.

The Token" My lady fair with soft arms, what can I say to you—words, words as if all worlds were there.

In later life, he [Einstein] would say that love is the best teacher, meaning that if you love a thing, you will be eager to learn about it, and the work will not seem hard.

He had beaten her savagely after Gaunt's first visit, and the bruises had not yet faded. Her cheek was purplish in colour, and her  left eye was still slightly swollen. She did not mind, however. 'You know I only do it because I love you, don't you baby?' he had said afterwards. 'I just can't control myself; I love you so bad.

Amber interrupted him. 'But you'll still hurt me afterwards, won't you?' she asked hopefully.

Pa had loved her too much, and it had been the death of her

When you hear the Word of God at Sunday Mass, expect healing, expect that you will experience God's love, expect that God will move in your life to meet all your needs.

All dogs are born with a death sentence, they hunt for us, and then they are gone. They do not get to stay either young or strong forever. It's an old truth but still we have to relearn it with each dog. Rick Bass, in the story Old Dog

I have so fiercely dreamed of youAnd walked so far and spoken of you so,Loved a shade of you so hardThat now I've no more left of you.

I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again? I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years, I would surely become a shadow.

Oh,' said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone's attention, 'Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance of steel, crimes and wild passions?

O balances sentimentales.

The sound of your voice, your radiant looks, Your smell the smell of your hair and many other things will live on inside me.

Je crois encore au merveilleux en amour, je crois à la réalité des rêves, je crois aux héroïnes de la nuit, aux belles de nuit pénétrant dans les coeurs et dans les lits.

From time to time, heavier than a meteorite at its journey's end, a boxer's glove falls. The crowd trampled these memories of kisses and embraces underfoot without paying them the deference they deserved. I alone avoided treading on them. Sometimes I even picked one up. It thanked me with a warm embrace. I felt it tremble in my trouser pocket. Its mistress must have trembled just like that in a fleeting moment of love. I walked on.

Elle tourna vers moi les yeux à cet instant, mais je n'ose y croire, ce regard fut-il un aveu. Ne me dites pas qu'elle est belle, elle est émouvante. Sa vue imprime à mon coeur un mouvement plus rapide, son absence emplit mon esprit.

The desire to vanquish, the nihilism always implicit in love, varies according to the weapons which are employed.