Quotes About Love

Marriage she clearly regarded as a businesslike proposition - a matter of domestic deals and daily accounts in which emotions where as irrelevant as love songs in a resume, now, though, as the Heian courtiers had it, and find all the sensations she kept so neatly in her head, of "First love" and "True love" and even "Lost love".

Yes, I love that word "absorption" because I think that's my definition of happiness. I think all of us know we are happiest when we forget ourselves, when we forget the time, when we lose ourselves in a beautiful piece of music or a movie or a deep conversation with a friend or an intimate encounter with someone we love. That's our definition of happiness.

Autumn poses the question we all have to live with: How to hold on to the things we love even though we know that we and they are dying. How to see the world as it is, yet find light within that truth.

Sitting still is a way of falling in love with the world and everyone in it.

As it is common to hear now, when one is in love, anything one sees reminds one of that love - our feelings remake the world in a secular equivalent of the faith that sees the hand of God in everything - so I began to find that when one is thinking on a theme, everything seems to reflect on it.

Autumn poses the question we all have to live with: How to hold on to the things we love even though we know that we and they are dying.

And the question at the heart of every one was as simple as it was unanswerable: how make peace and passion rhyme?

Dying is the art we have to master, it seems to say— not death; late love settles into us as spring romances never could.

both characters had given up what they held dearest, the very basis of their lives — their premises — for a woman, and then had found in her a kind of saving grace. They had opened themselves up and, in the opening, found a transformation. In the pretty pun of C. S. Lewis, they had been "surprised by joy.

La mia indipendenza, che è la mia forza, implica la solitudine, che è la mia debolezza. Odio – come ho tante volte detto – l'indipendenza politica. La mia è quindi una indipendenza, diciamo, umana. Un vizio. Non potrei farne a meno. Ne sono schiavo. Non potrei nemmeno gloriarmene, farmene un piccolo vanto. Amo invece la solitudine. Ma essa è pericolosa.

La mia indipendenza, che è la mia forza, implica la solitudine, che è la mia debolezza. La mia è quindi una indipendenza, diciamo, umana. Un vizio. Non potrei farne a meno. Ne sono schiavo. Non potrei nemmeno gloriarmene, farmene un piccolo vanto. Amo invece la solitudine. Ma essa è pericolosa.

e con me porto un vento di paesaggi, una superba leggerezza, un candido coraggio di straniero. E tu non spandi che silenzio. O sconosciuto ch'eri tutto: il ragazzo perduto nella casa, il giovane borghese che cullava i falsi amori dell'amato cuore, ora sei nulla, IL NULLA , il puro errore.

OH, YO JOVENCITO! Yo quería ser mi madre que me amaba, pero no quería amargarme a mí mismo. Y entonces fingía ser un joven pobre. No podía convencerme de que también en un burgués hubiera algo para amar: aquello que amaba mi madre en mí, puro y despreciado. Nada ha cambiado: me veo todavía pobre y joven; y amo sólo a aquéllos como yo. Los burgueses tienen un cuerpo maldito.

The mark which has dominated all my work is this longing for life, this sense of exclusion, which doesn't lessen but augments this love of life.

I am black with love/ neither boy nor nightingale/ perfectly whole as a flower/ I desire without impulse

It's not Love. But what fault is it of mine if my affections do not become Love? Very much my fault, I would say, when I can live from day to day on mad purity, blind pity… Make a scandal of meekness. But the violence of the senses and intellect that has confounded me for years was the only way.

Ma io volevo baci larghi come oceani in cui perdermi e affogare, volevo baci grandi e baci lenti come un respiro cosmico, volevo bagni di baci in cui rilassarmi e finalmente imparare i suoi movimenti d'amore.

È un Natale stupendo. Una di quelle cose che si scrivono sui temi a scuola: la neve fuori delle finestre della baita, il panettone, i dolcetti, le bibite e anche lo spumante, benché siamo tutti minorenni e i nostri ci abbiano proibito di bere alcolici. [...] Zigzagando lenti dai monti scendono a valle i maestri di sci, reggendo le torce: a me sembrano tante perle di fuoco strette attorno al collo del mio amore. È Natale, e tutti sono felici.

C'era un futuro per loro? Sarebbe stato capace di difendere questo amore? Non sarebbero morti entrambi? Non era tutto inutile?

But when there is real warmth, no one is the same as everyone else, just as no two soups are alike. We are all unique. We are all loved for who we are, with our qualities and with our faults. We are loved because we are irredeemably ourselves. But when warmth decreases, we are all the same—all anonymous. Just as warmth brings to light our personalities and makes us feel special and indispensable, coldness can turn us into nameless shadows.

Ils etaient divorces, mais ne le savaient pas. Tant de gens croient faire l'amour quand if ne font que de la presence. Quand un amour de jeunesse colle si durablement a la peau, on risque de s'ecorcher a trop voulouir s'en defaire. Quand un francais se plaint, c'est que la vie reprend.

Fictional characters exert a great deal of influence over our choices in love by representing inaccessible ideals to which we try to make others conform, usually without success. But more subtly, too, the books we love offer a sketch of a whole universe that we secretly inhabit, and in which we desire the other person to assume a role.

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

Saya sudah menunjukkan secara panjang lebar dalam La distinction di mana cinta itu juga bisa dideskripsikan sebagai bentuk dari amor fati, bahwa mencintai sampai titik tertentu selalu berarti mencintai seseorang sebagai cara lain untuk memenuhi takdir sosialnya sendiri.