Quotes About Love

I lie in bed at home, trying to put feelings into words. On the one hand—and this is the part to do with the past—love feels like the vast and sudden easing of a lifelong frown. But simultaneously—this is the part to do with the present and the future—it feels as if the lungs of my soul have been inflated with pure oxygen.

Whereas it seemed to me, back then, in the absolutism of my condition, that love had nothing to do with practicality; indeed, was its polar opposite. And the fact that it showed contempt for such banal considerations was part of its glory. Love was by its very nature disruptive, cataclysmic; and if it was not, then it was not love.

He also loved candelabra.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart / 'Tis woman's whole existence.

Most of us have only one story to tell. I don't mean that only one thing happens to us in our lives: there are countless events, which we turn into countless stories. But there's only one that matters, only one finally worth telling. This is mine. Perhaps this is an illusion all lovers have about themselves: that they escape both category and description.

Se había imaginado que, en el mundo moderno, el tiempo y el lugar ya no eran importantes en las historias de amor. Al mirar atrás vio que habían desempeñado en la suya una función más grande de lo que había pensado. Había sucumbido a la antigua, continuada, indeleble ilusión: que de algún modo los amantes están fuera del tiempo.

he certainly never regretted his love for Susan. What he did regret was that he had been too young, too ignorant, too absolutist, too confident of what he imagined love's nature and workings to be.

Vienas anglas yra pasak?s, kad santuoka yra ilgai trunkantis valgymas, kai pudingas paduodamas iš pradži?.

This was how you should love - without fear, without barriers, without thought for the morrow. And then, afterwards, without regret.

In my opinion, every love, happy or unhappy, is a real disaster once you give yourself over to it entirely.

El amor es elástico. No te limita.

And even when he guessed that the love stories of the misled and the forsaken had become a little less authentic with each retelling . . . even if this was the case, he was still moved. Indeed, he was more moved by the lives of the bereft and the unchosen than he was by stories of success in love.

Part of love is preparing for death. You feel confirmed in your love when she dies. You got it right. This is part of it all.

Early on, she had told him, tenderly, that she had been attracted to him because he was pure and open. But if this didn't make her love him as much as he loved her, then he wished it were otherwise. Not that he felt pure and open. They sounded like words designed to keep him in a box

your lovemaking has become less a search for consolation than a hopeless attempt to deny your mutual unhappiness.

El amor, por su propia naturaleza, era perturbador, cataclísmico; y, si no, no era amor.

Habíamos juzgado filosóficamente evidente que el suicidio era un derecho de cualquier persona libre: un acto lógico frente a una enfermedad terminal o la senilidad; una acción heroica frente a la tortura o la muerte evitable de otros; un acto elegante en la rabia del amor contrariado.

Yo no estaba capacitado para saber cómo comportarme socialmente en la mesa de un hombre de cuya mujer estaba enamorado.

Love means never having to say you're sorry (on the contrary, it frequently means doing just precisely that). Then there were all those love lines from all those love songs, with the swooning delusions of lyricist, singer, band.

Dicho de otra forma. Yo tenía diecinueve años y sabía que el amor era incorruptible, a prueba del tiempo y del deterioro.

Está la cuestión de la soledad. Pero no es como te la imaginas (si alguna vez has intentado imaginarla). Hay dos tipos de soledad esenciales: la de quienes no han encontrado a nadie a quien amar, y la de quienes se han visto privados del ser amado. El primero es el peor. Nada es comparable a la soledad del alma en la adolescencia

From love's absolutism to love's absolution? No: I don't believe in the cosy narratives of life some find necessary, just as I choke on comforting words like redemption and closure. Death is the only closure I believe in; and the wound will stay open until that final shutting of the doors. As for redemption, it's far too neat, a movie-maker's bromide; and beyond that, it feels like something grand, which human beings are too imperfect to deserve, much less bestow upon themselves.

Would you rather tear up your own expressions of love, or the ones you had received?

Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question. Julian Barnes - The Only Story