Quotes About Love

fatal stabbing of a young black spectator while Mick Jagger vainly appealed to the crowd to "cool out" and love one another. Good-bye Sixties; welcome to the future.

What a wicked game to play To make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say That you've never felt this way What a wicked thing to do To let me dream of you

We must find you a new boyfriend, Wavey had kept telling her, but what if a girlfriend was what Fever needed? She felt as if she had opened the door to a room she had never noticed in a house where she'd lived all her life.

Of course, young people being what they were, girls sometimes fell in love with other girls, or boys with boys, but that never happened in the operas, so Boo-Boo didn't notice.

Sometimes, on our way through the world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't.

Was this what falling in love was like? Not something big and amazing that you knew about straight away, like in a story, but a slow thing that crept over you in waves until you woke up one day and found that you were head-over-heels with someone quite unexpected

The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.

Because that is when you love somebody - when you see them being game in the face of the worst. Not courageous. Not heroic. Just game.

The Son of God, prompted by the same infinite love, laid aside his divine glory and mode of existence, emptied himself exchanged the form of God for the form of a servant, humbled himself and became obedient, even unto the death of the cross.

Our best feelings, which God himself has planted in our hearts, instinctively revolt against the thought that a God of infinite love and justice should create millions of immortal beings in his own image—probably more than half of the human race—in order to hurry them from the womb to the tomb, and from the tomb to everlasting doom!

Philip Seymour Hoffman

his youngest child, a four-year-old girl whom he adored, had suddenly fallen ill and lay dying.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning shows be spread!For Love is dead.

Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,By just exchange one for the other given:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,There never was a better bargain driven.

My dear, my better half.

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things! Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light, That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.

No, no, let us think with consideration, and consider with acknowledging, and acknowledge with admiration, and admire with love, and love with joy in the midst of all woes ; let us in such sort think, I say, that our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her is her beauty.

One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.

Natural as such thinking may be, it is problematic. Lay out the tangled chain of reasoning in a straight line and you see this: "The probability that I would meet the love of my life was tiny. But it happened. So it was meant to be. Therefore the probability that it would happen was 100%." This is beyond dubious. It's incoherent. Logic and psycho-logic are in tension.

If I can get out of the way, if I can be pure enough, if I can be selfless enough, and if I can be generous and loving and caring enough to abandon what I have and my own preconceived, silly notions of what I think I am—and become truly who in fact I am, which is really just another child of God—then the music can really use me. And therein lies my fulfillment. That's when the music starts to happen. —John McLaughlin

Power, no matter how well-intentioned, tends to cause suffering. Love, being vulnerable, absorbs it. In a point of convergence on a hill called Calvary, God renounced the one for the sake of the other.

When I pray for another person, I am praying for God to open my eyes so that I can see that person as God does, and then enter into the stream of love that God already directs toward that person.