Quotes About Love

Some of us did not make it. We carried their bodies far away From the cities and set their spirits free. This moment is for them—gives them nourishment Of our love to keep moving toward home.

When I woke up from a forty-year sleep, it was by a song. I could hear the drums in the village. I felt the sweat of ancestors in each palm. The singers were singing the world into place, even as it continued to fall apart. They were making songs to turn hatred into love.

What shall I do with all this heartache?

They lived and laughed and loved and left

Which is why we say I can't live without you meaning your life gives life to me, who am otherwise an empty vessel, nameless.

How mysterious it is, to be in love. For you can be in love with one who knows nothing of you. Perhpas our greatest happinesses spring from such longings-being in love with one who is oblivious of you.

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

Later, her first intense, serious love affair, yes then she'd lost something more tangible, if undefinable: her heart? her independence? her control of, definition of, self? That first true loss, the furious bafflement of it. And never again quite so assured, confident.

Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.

Your punishment if you're a woman. Not loved enough.

Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.

When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.

But he doesn't love her. I invented that. It is a plot if you imagine people in love--the lazy looping criss crosses of love, blows, stares, tears. No. It doesn't happen. No love. People meet, touch, stare into one another's faces, shake their heads clear, move on, forget. It doesn't happen.

Only in love is there trust - even the possibility of trust.

Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love, when love has gone.

Her visits to her former hometown were infrequent and often painful. Pilgrimages fueled by the tepid oxygen of family duty, unease, guilt. The more Esther loved her parents, the more helpless she felt, as they aged, to protect them from harm. A moral coward, she kept her distance.

The person you love best, you share the world with. When that person's gone the world remains but it isn't the same thing, it's at a distance.

Time is the enemy of lovers. Worse even than the frank light of day.

I was nineteen years five months old when I fell in love for the first time. This seemed to me a profound, advanced age; never can we anticipate being older than we are, or wiser; if we're exhausted, it's impossible to anticipate being strong; as, in the grip of a dream, we rarely understand that we're dreaming, and will escape by the simplest of methods, opening our eyes.

Marianne laughed. But you can't disappoint me! I don't love you.

An actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.

Because I am in love. Love is a slow bleed.

There are some secrets so toxic you can't share. Especially if you love who it is you'd have to share with.

I don't want anything from you but the fact of you.