Quotes About Love

My dear, don't be foolish, there's nothing strange about you, someday you may meet a man you can love. And supposing you don't, well, what of it, Stephen? Marriage isn't the only career for a woman.

She loved deeply, far more deeply than many a one who could fearlessly proclaim himself a lover. Since this is a hard and sad truth for the telling; those whom nature has sacrificed to her ends--her mysterious ends that often lie hidden--are sometimes endowed with a vast will to loving, with an endless capacity for suffering also, which must go hand in hand with their love.

Darling- I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on your coming to England, how much it means to me- it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved.... And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together.

After she had gone he sat on alone, and the lie was still bitter to his spirit as he sat there, and he covered his face for the shame that was in him - but because of the love that was in him he wept.

Love is the sweetest monotony that was ever conceived of by the Creator.

Who are you to deny me the right to love?

And so blinded was she by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that she saw perfection where none existed; saw a patient endurance that was purely fictitious, and conceived of a loyalty far beyond the limits of Angela's nature.

For she thought that she glimpsed through the dust of the years, a faint flicker of the girl who had lingered in the lanes when the young man Williams and she had been courting. And looking at Williams as he stood before her twitching and bowed, she thought that she glimpsed a faint flicker of the youth, very stalwart and comely, who had bent his head downwards and sideways as he walked and whispered and kissed in the lanes.

our love's nothing but a drop in some vast sea of love—

Joan has a right to love whom she likes, and to go where she likes and to work and be independent and happy, and if she can't be happy then she has a right to make her own unhappiness; it's a thousand times better to be unhappy in your own way than to be happy in someone else's.

I cannot protect you, Mary, the world has deprived me of my right to protect; I am utterly helpless, I can only love you.

It is indeed like certain lovely women who, now old, belong to a bygone generation—women who in youth were passionate but seemly; difficult to win but when won, all-fulfilling.

For at moments such is the blindness and folly, yet withal the redeeming glory of love.

Memory, the old room was haunted by it — a man dying with love in his eyes that was deathless — a woman holding him in her arms, speaking words such as lovers will speak to each other. Memory — they're the one perfect thing about me.

If every one of us will work, strenuously and continuously, until each has purged his heart of every trace of resentment against every person, who has, he thinks, injured him, we shall then find, perhaps to our surprise, that Peace is reigning over the whole world.2

She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run

We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love.

I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

What does that matter when he makes me happy?" There was an adjustment her mother made then, a slight giving in, a relaxing of her shoulders, as if she wondered for just a moment what that kind of freedom might feel like.

We know everyone we love is going to die, but we don't know it, can't possibly believe it, she thought, or long ago I would have gone and started digging until I had a hole big enough to lie down in.

He wasn't an introvert, as he loved his family and his few close friends like Ben Kilpatrick,

Have I mentioned before how much I love Christmas?" he murmured.

Like anything hard in life. You breathe through it for one minute at a time. That becomes ten minutes, then twenty, then an hour. And before you know it, you've made it through another day, then a week, then a month. And if you're lucky, very lucky, you have someone there to hold your hand and help you through.

Do not let your fears stand in the way of your happiness. If you're willing to let those fears be more important to you than the love you feel for him, then I would have to agree with what you said before. He does deserve someone better.