Quotes About Love

But any story about human beings is bound to have an end, like this story about us, a pair of ingenuous people who fell in love and went journeying together through life, blundering by good luck in the right directions so that we came to a lasting wholeness and joy in each other. It has happened before; it will happen again; it happened to us. We belonged together.

Where there is great love there are always miracles.

How are you feeling? What problems are you facing? How can I help you solve those problems? That's the kind of conversation that helps married couples stay in love with each other. Or it leads people into affairs when it's done outside of marriage and with someone of the opposite sex. It's intimate conversation.

Affection is the environment of the marriage, while sex is an event. Affection is a way of life, a canopy that covers and protects a marriage. It's a direct and convincing expression of care that gives the event of sex a more appropriate context. Most women need affection before sex means much to them.

Why should we make love?" If the husband is honest, he will answer with something to the effect that making love relieves his sexual craving. But the answer of most wives is very different. She will say that sex helps her feel closer to her husband. For her, it is all about intimacy and emotional bonding.

el afecto es el entorno del matrimonio, el sexo es el suceso especial.

Do you usually have a good feeling whenever you think about ______? Would you rather be with _______ than anyone else? Do you enjoy telling ______ your deepest feelings and most private experiences? Do you feel a "chemistry" between you and _______? Does _______ bring out the best in you?

A good marriage is like an incredible retirement fund. You put everything you have into it during your productive life, and over the years it turns from silver to gold to platinum.

Return enraptur'd Hours, When Delia's heart was mine; When she, with wreaths of flowers, My Temples wou'd entwine. When Jealousy nor care Corroded in my Breast, But Visions, light as Air, Presided o'er my Rest— Now Nightly round my Bed No airy Visions play; No Flowers crown my Head Each Vernal Holyday? For far from those sad Plains My Lovely Delia flies, And rack'd with Jealous Pains, Her wretched Lover dies.34

General Arnold's affection for me is unbounded. He is the best of husbands. Peggy Shippen Arnold to her father, February 1786 Twenty-five

De liefde tot katten is zo mooi, doordat het eigenlijk een ongelukkige liefde is. Wie durft uit het diepst van zijn gemoed te verklaren dat zijn kat hem bemint? Ik denk dat katten vooral tot liefdesobject worden uitgekozen door hen die een afkeer hebben van allemansvriendinnen.

Some doctors explain love at first sight as arising not from what you see but from what you smell.

Och Karel, eigenlijk ben je zo goed. Soms wil je alleen het slechtste, het allerslechtste in de mensen zien, maar je meent het niet. Altijd beweer je dat liefde maar onzin is, dat haat en eigenbelang de enige dingen zijn die tussen de mensen blijven op den duur. Eigenlijk houd je veel te veel van mij.

Overal door liefderijk water omhuld te zijn, nergens pijn of weerstand meer ontmoeten, is nog heerlijker dan slapen.

Hoeveel minder begerenswaardig zou Madelon misschien zijn als ik haar niet aan iemand ontstelen moest!

The Mystery we call God is just that - mystery; not mystery in the sense of an unknown, but eventually knowable, stranger, but mystery in the sense that God is too rich, too deep, and too loving to be knowable and is, therefore, God. Spiritual directors can be only helping companions to those who travel the way of such a God.

In a fallen world, the only currency of love is suffering. Indeed, the only way to tell how much one person loves another is by what that person is willing to endure for the other.

Those two were never friends. But Grace Goodhue was right about Calvin Coolidge, her mother was wrong. It was love at first sight. She, however, probably saw him first. Not only was her social experience wider than his, her emotional intelligence was keener. So when her lover and her mother clashed, she followed her lover.

No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone, Corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness; Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness, Yours still, you mine; remember all the best Of our past moments, and forget the rest.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss — sweeter this Than any other thing!

Everyone who understands the nature of God rightly necessarily knows that God is to be believed and hoped in, that he is to be loved and called upon, and to be heard in all things.

From faith, hope, and love, the virtues of religion referring to God, there arises a double act which bears on the spiritual communion exercised between God and us the hearing of the word and prayer.

Paradox begets paradox; and we could scarcely have a wilder paradox than the assertion that none but a magnanimous man can act magnanimity, and that lovers alone can do justice to a love-scene.