Quotes About Love

Such faults, you must work to overcome in yourselves....But treasure them in each other, if you can. These failings, they're part of the people we love. They make us human, and the more they are loved, the more you look on them with compassion and patience, the less they nip at your heels and make problems in your life together.

I stare at him, lovestruck. I have just tipped my hand, shown the worst of myself - faithless, foolish, weak as any woman has ever been accused of being - and still he wants me.

And this, I say to you, is the key to a lasting marriage: a spouse who knows and forgives your foibles. It's easy to love strengths....I wish that you should learn to love the worst in each other, too - pride and anger, vanity, fear.

The "evangelical law of love knows no exception. May Christians come to realize this at last and redress their crying injustices. At this moment, when a curse seems to weigh upon the whole human race, it is the urgent duty to which we are called by the memory of Auschwitz.

Meanwhile, every corner of this city is laced with memories of us together.

How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

It's so evident to me now that just because someone is a great guy doesn't guarantee we'll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it.

You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, preposition, and period of my thoughts.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

Why did I have to love him so much if we're not going to end up together?

Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No—it's more like wanting to need to be with this one person. Last semester my English professor read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went something like, 'Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

High school sweetheart" is such an innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.

If love and hate aren't true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain—if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.

In the same way that a fiancée is a bride-to-be, I've always thought a girlfriend is a fiancée-to-be. Yes, most relationships bite the dust before things get long-term. However, that possibility of staying together forever remains the underlying force driving the relationship forward.

One of the pitfalls of having an ex-boyfriend is that people still pair you together in their memories, and sooner or later someone's bound to mention him. And now that it has happened . . . I can't say I feel nothing. I don't think it's possible to get royally dumped by the only boy I've ever done it with, let alone loved, and then feel nothing when he's brought up in conversation.

Whatever age you are when you're first burned is old enough to lose hope that you'll ever get excited about anybody else.

Che si spezzi il cuore affidato ad un corpo che vuole e non vuole morire; anzi disvuole volendo la morte tacita e notturna, in una stanza nottivaga, libera da storie magica stanza inquieta nella mano palpitante e sincera la mano che calza la mattina, la copre le coperte sventagliate al sole che sta lì dinanzi al vento di albe e mattine

nel dolore è compimento felice. / Chi ama la vita lo conservi e bruci, / ma resti impassibile, di marmo / a contemplare la sventura mia / e il disinganno. Ché solo morte / esiste e a lei m'affido, tranquillo / negatore terrestre delle Stelle».

Niente, siamo un nulla riempito di niente, amor mio.

Love is the Creator's greatest invention and, as St. Ambrose said, that is especially true when our entire spirit and body are involved in this extraordinary rite, which is after all the rite of our own birth and of our descent.

Amar la belleza es un sufrimiento, si quienes están a nuestro lado se niegan si quiera a prestarle atención

El mayor regalo que se le puede hacer a Cristo es dar, no recibir».