Quotes About Love

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? What a shame! You're not in love with anyone! And why not?

It has nothing to do with pay. Either you love what you are doing or... Look, I wrote for years, and I wasn't paid. My love carried me through all those years.

So I collected comics, fell in love with carnivals and World's Fairs and began to write. And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.

He, on the other hand, found great beauty behind her face, great kindness and understanding.

with him holding her she felt so beautiful she knew their marriage had slipped her from her ugliness, like a bright sword from its case.

Or did you have your fingernails honed on a whetsone, my darling?

They both stopped to enjoy the swift pound of each other's heart.

She laid a hand on his face. "Son," she said. "We love you. We all love you. No matter how different you are, no matter if you leave us one day." She kissed his cheek. "And if and when you die your bones will lie undisturbed, we'll see to that, you'll lie at ease forever, and I'll come see you every All Hallows' Eve and tuck you in more secure.

If paying attention is love, I am love. If knowing is love, I am love. If helping you not to fall into error and to be good is love, I am love.

Everything I did was pure love. Pure love. And if you live that way, you've had a great life. - 'Ray Bradbury: the last interview and other conversations' by Sam Weller (p.92)

you cannot love someone unless you put up with him

Thomas Wolfe ate the world and vomited lava. Dickens dined at a different table every hour of his life. Molière, tasting society, turned to pick up his scalpel, as did Pope and Shaw. Everywhere you look in the literary cosmos, the great ones are busy loving and hating.

If I fell from here, it would surely kill me." He let a pebble drop. Moments later it clicked on the rocks below. "The Lord would never forgive me." He tossed another pebble. "It wouldn't be suicide, would it, if I did it out of Love …?

A man, a woman, rather than walk away from, or kill, each other, ride each other a lifetime, pulling hair, extracting fingernails, the pain of each to the other like a narcotic that makes existence worth the day.

I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

The words become poetry that no one minds, because no one has thought to call it that. Time is there. Love is there. Story is there.

Framed through the hall door Will saw the only theater he cared for now, the familiar stage where sat his father (home already! he and Jim must have run the long way round!) holding a book but reading the empty spaces. In a chair by the fire mother knitted and hummed like a tea-kettle.

Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know that others die with them. It is a comfort to learn you are not alone in the kiln, in the grave.

El amor volará si lo dejas, el amor volaraá si lo atas

Day, after day, after glorious day, I was falling in love with books.....

Books are smart and brilliant and wise. Love what you do and do what you love. Don't listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life.

A healthy lamb has a healthy attitude and disciplines himself to read and feed upon the Bible. He see the Bible as a love letter tp himself and meditates on the word both day and night."-Ray Comfort

A marriage is a commitment to that which you are. That person is literally your other half.