Quotes About Love

Perfection isn't something that we can see and it isn't something that we can touch, but it exists here on Earth.It resides in each and everyone of us within our hearts.It's called LOVE!

But one day you're going to wake up to the smell of a friend making burnt toast and warm coffee, and you're going to smile with relief knowing you made it. Knowing somebody found ways to love you.

Hatred is a curse that only love can cure.

Hatred may last a lifetime, but love is ever lasting.

Sartre turns love into a 'battle between two hypnotists in a closed room'.

The ocean is both my mistress and my lover. How else can I explain her salty kiss that is still on my lips.

Mine is the river.where the love runs deep, that if you fall in, you'll be mine to keep.

If Jana had been given to putting her thoughts into words, she might have told Laxmi that without someone to love, there was no reason to live.

When the sun goes out, it will be your love that keeps we warm.

When you're in love, the sun never stops shining.

Love is like a season, it ebbs and it flows, sometimes we're like Summer, Fall and Winter, but it's Spring that I long to know.

I love you all - if you are not people!

My darling I still love you, no matter that you're gone.You'll always be with me, forever and ever more.

God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers.

Be brave. Be kind. Be simple. Above all, be crazy with love.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

Before you came the world was prose. Now poetry is born.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love

Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.

For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.

Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

I believe the world is beautiful, and poetry, like bread, is for everyone.