Quotes About Love

Tinuva sighed again. 'Then there is no more to be said,' he replied, but now his voice was full with power, power as Bovai once remembered it and it sent a thrill through him. For this was the Morvai he had once loved, but whom he must now slay, and all the glory that had once been Tinuva's would now be his. Honour would be restored, the clan would again be whole, and Tinuva could be buried as a brother who had finally returned, through death, to his own blood.

Among our people we have the recognition, the sudden knowledge that a mate is before you. Not all our people know this certainty, and to them falls the difficult task of slowly building a bond with another who has also not known the recognition. With Calis and Elien, it is the difficult way. But often it ends in a love as profound as the first.

Men love their fears. That is why they hold on to them so tightly.

Gamina may not have been the daughter of my body, but she was the daughter of my heart, and I love all her children and grandchildren none the less for this.

Men love their fears. That is why they hold on to them so tightly. You've learned something very young, Prince, something that even older men rarely understand. You've learned that fear isn't a terrible-looking thing but something lovely and seductive.

Caleb had understood that for mothers, sons never truly grow up.

Mara hoarsely found her voice. 'You will take no concubine.' Her tone did not indicate a question. And her husband's steely stillness became answer in itself, until he acknowledged the truth. 'My lady, you are all the woman I could wish in this world. So long as you are at my side, I will have no other.

Lady, you have answered well and wisely. Love by itself is the healer, not honor, not need, not duty. For love alone will my god Hantukama answer summons, and lend your warrior the strength to live.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want to love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.

The sort of enchantment I am speaking of is nothing you can teach. It's not of the sort of magic men can employ at whim. It's a magic the gods have given to only a few lucky men and women. It's the magic of a love so real and profound that nothing can change you back once you've known it. - Kulgan, Prince of the Blood

In addition to its significance in liberal democratic theory, privacy stakes out a sphere for creativity, psychological wellbeing, our ability to love, forge social relationships, promote trust, intimacy, and friendship.

If you must fall in love, Calis, fall in love with someone who will live a long time.

I feel an immediate closeness to anyone who loves New York or hates Los Angeles. Either condition is sufficient, but I've found that satisfaction of the one usually entails satisfaction of the other.

He hadn't altogether gotten it himself until this moment of seeing straight through to the soul of her.

That is Plato's great hope: that love of beauty can, when rightly cultivated and educated, battle immorality.

The old love of philosophy had returned. The process of thinking about philosophy always reminds me of fireworks. One question is shot up and bursts into a splendorous many. Answers? Forget answers. The spectacle is all in the questions.

Family traditions that hinder your ability to love, understand, and succeed are false—they

But emotions teach those who are willing to pay attention. By processing them, we learn to empathize, and love ourselves and others. In fact, understanding this aspect of our being is central to healing our family history, because it holds the most powerful energy that we use to create our lives.

Perhaps the most important decision you've ever made (that is, your marriage and the creation of your family) was based on your feelings.

we convince ourselves that we're getting affection when we're not. This is common with families and communities where abuse is prevalent. We don't always want to see that our actions (or those of our leaders or family members) are unkind and potentially abusive. We want so badly to be cared for and connected to someone that, rather than facing the pain and fear, we adjust our perception of love to fit the dysfunctional patterns.

by uncovering the illusions and finding the gifts they've masked, we can grow, and begin to feel more love and gratitude for our relatives. This is the true healing process.

Oh, to be half as wonderful as my children thought I was when he was small, and only half as stupid as my teenager now thinks I am.

Perhaps it's that you can't go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.

What's your story? It's all in the telling. Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, we build our sanctuaries and our prisons out of them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of a world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or figure out how to tell yourself their story.