Quotes About Love

DüÅŸünebilirdim ta en son k?y?na kadar bin katl? bir düÅŸünceyle ben seni; ve bir gülümseme süresince benim olurdun.

There is no force in the world but love, and when you carry it within you, if you simply have it, even if you remain baffled as to how to use it, it will work its radiant effects and help you out of and beyond yourself: one must never lose this belief, one must simply (and if it were nothing else) endure in it! (Letters on Life)

Ich möchte dir ein Liebes schenken, das dich mir zur Vertrauten macht: aus meinem Tag ein Deingedenken und einen Traum aus meiner Nacht. Mir ist, daß wir uns selig fänden und daß du dann wie ein Geschmeid mir löstest aus den müden Händen die niebegehrte Zärtlichkeit.

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing to be so little reached as with criticism. Only love can grasp and hold and fairly judge them.

It is a blessed moment of inner life when one decides or resolves from now on to love with all one's strength and unflinchingly that which one fears the most, that which has made us—according to our own measure—suffer too much. Don't you believe that once such a decision has been made, the word "separation" is nothing but a name stripped of all meaning

To be loved means to be ablaze. To love is: to cast a light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away; to love is to last. (Letters on Life)

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love.

Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love... Life always says Yes and No simultaneously. Death (I implore you to believe) is the true Yea-sayer. It stands before eternity and says only: Yes.

rejoice in your growth, in which you naturally can take no one with you, and be kind to those who remain behind, and be sure and calm before them and do not torment them with your doubts and do not frighten them with your confidence or joy, which they could not understand. Seek yourself some sort of simple and loyal community with them, which need not necessarily change as you yourself become different and again different; love in them life in an unfamiliar form

Tal vez todo lo que nos asusta es, en su más profunda esencia, algo indefenso que requiere nuestro amor.

Y hasta el destino mismo es como un tejido amplio y maravilloso, en cuya trama cada hilo es guiado con infinita ternura por una mano cariñosa, y colocado a la vera de otro hilo, para ser sostenido y conllevado por otro mil

We have no reason to be mistrustful of our world, for it is not against us. If it holds terrors they are our terrors, if it has its abysses these abysses belong to us, if there are dangers then we must try to love them.

Your task is to love what you don't understand.

Memory Is Not Enough Memory is not enough… I do not recollect. What I am is alive in me because of you. I do not reinvent you at sadly cooled-off places you have left behind. Even your absence is filled with your warmth and is more real than your not-existing. Longing often meanders into vagueness. Why should I throw myself away when something in you may be touching me, very lightly, like moonlight on a window seat.

try to have love for the questions themselves, like locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not seek out the answers now, which cannot be given to you because it you cannot live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now. Perhaps then, without noticing it, you will gradually come, on some far-off day, to live your way into the answer.

Seldom have you smiled so tenderly, mothers. How could he help loving what smiled at him. Before you he loved it, since, while you carried him, it was dissolved in the waters, that render the embryo light.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue.

Love at first is nothing like merging, surrendering, and uniting with a second person (for what would a union be with something undefined and unfinished, still disordered—?); it is a high incentive for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become a world, to become a world for himself for the sake of another, it is a large, demanding claim on him, something that elects him and calls him into the distance.

love your solitude and bear the pain it causes you with melody wrought with lament.

To love is also good, for love is hard. Love between one person and another: that is perhaps the hardest thing it is laid on us to do, the utmost, the ultimate trial and test, the work for which all other work is just preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, do not yet know how to love:

love then is what my hands attempt to grasp because I want to say a prayer whose sounds my burning mouth, my lips, cannot bring forth … (Franz Kappus)

Tous mes adieux sont faits. Tant de départs m'ont lentement formé dès mon enfance. Mais je reviens encor, je recommence, ce franc retour libère mon regard. Ce qui me reste, c'est de le remplir, et ma joie toujours impénitente d'avoir aimé des choses ressemblantes à ces absences qui nous font agir.

N'est-il pas temps que ceux qui aiment se libèrent de l'objet aimé et le surmontent, frémissants ? Ainsi le trait vainc la corde pour être, rassemblé dans le bond, plus que lui-même. Car nulle part il n'est d'arrêt.

Ah, only plunged toward you does my face cease being on display, grows into you and twines on darkly, endlessly, into your sheltered heart…