Quotes About Love

There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, What need to care With roses budding everywhere? I did not answer them. There was a bird, brought down to die; They said, A hundred fill the sky-- What reason to be sad? There was a girl, whose lover fled; I did not wait, the while they said, There's many another lad.

Mammy was both the perfect mother and the perfect slave: whites saw her as a "passive nurturer, a mother figure who gave all without expectation of return, who not only acknowledged her inferiority to whites but who loved them."23 It is important to recognize, however, that Mammy did not reflect any virtue in Black motherhood.

For my parents, Iris and Robert Roberts, who taught me that there is only one human race.

The possibility of evil exists from the moment that a creature is made that can love and do good because it chooses and not because it is unable to do anything else. The actuality of evil exists from the moment that that choice is exercised in the wrong direction.

What do you want me to do, Peter? Chuck the ball back to me if it runs out of the circle. Not obviously. Just exercise your devastating talent for keeping to the point and speaking the truth. That sounds easy. It is--for you. That's what I love you for. --Gaudy Night

She picked up the book from the bedside. A stray quotation from Peter should always be sought first in John Donne. She found it there, quite quickly. Methinks I lied all winter when I swore My love was infinite, if spring makes it more.

The ideal way to live would be always to treat each day, each encounter with loved ones, as one's last. Only thus could one avoid the endless self-reproach, self-recrimination, with which so many flagellate themselves after a sudden loss.

Jesus said: "And I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all peoples to Myself" (John 12:32). It is by looking to Jesus on the cross that we are drawn by His love for us. By gazing in faith at our Redeemer's sacrifice, we are saved from the sting of the serpent.

Martin Luther said, "The Christian is supposed to love his neighbor, and since his wife is his nearest neighbor, she should be his deepest love.

It probably takes many years of monastic practice to equal the spiritual growth generated by one sleepless night with a sick child.

There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.

And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him.

No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.

Charming man, he said. I wish I had a daughter so I could forbid her to marry one...

I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time.

Well, no, not married as such, but yes, there is a specific girl that I'm not married to.

Sempre há um momento em que você começa a se desapaixonar, seja por uma pessoa ou uma ideia ou uma causa, mesmo que seja um momento que você só narra para si mesmo anos após o acontecimento: uma coisinha pequena, uma palavra errada, uma nota desafinada, que significa que as coisas nunca mais serão exatamente as mesmas.

Arthur felt at a bit of a loss. There was a whole galaxy of stuff out there for him, and he wondered if it was churlish of him to complain to himself that it lacked just two things: the world he was born on and the woman he loved.

I think it's even worse when you're in a situation where the object of your desire is being nice to you and liking you, but that's not enough, they've got to hate you or love you; anything in between is really upsetting and Arthur finds that very, very difficult. And

Das Leben, sagte Marvin schwermütig, hasse oder ignoriere es, lieben kannst du's nicht.

as he drove on, the rain clouds dragged down the sky after him for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him and to water him.

Charming man,' he said. 'I wish I had a daughter so I could forbid her to marry one . .

little green person, my stomach could take you home and cuddle you all night for the mere idea.

It is a farewell gift from the dolphins," said Wonko in a low quiet voice, "the dolphins whom I loved and studied, and swam with, and fed with fish, and even tried to learn their language, a task which they seemed to make impossibly difficult, considering the fact that I now realize they were perfectly capable of communicating