Quotes About Love

Those who begin below, as so many do today, assume that God's love is whispered first in their inner senses, that it is part of their nature, that it is part of creation. And they assume that it becomes real to them when they experience its therapeutic benefits.

Un époux, c'est quelqu'un qui travaille au jardin avec toi et qui te réchauffe la nuit dans le lit conjugal. Un homme qui s'inquiète pour toi quand personne d'autre n'a remarqué que tu n'allais pas bien. Quelqu'un qui te tient la main quand tu es malade ou aux portes de la mort.

Les gens se leurrent, déclara-t-il comme s'il ne voyait pas où elle voulait en venir. Ils ont tellement soif d'amour qu'ils passent leur vie à le chercher. Quand ils croient l'avoir trouvé, ils se persuadent d'avoir mis la main sur un joyau dont les autres ont été assez stupides pour ne pas voir la valeur.

The greatest thing a man can do for himself is to marry someone who is infinitely better than he is. And that's exactly what I did.

To be a soldier in combat was to fall in love constantly

Cuando necesitas a una persona para llenar tu vida es porque en realidad tienes un vacío dentro de ti. Cuando necesitas a una persona no la amas en el sentido más espiritual del término, porque amar es pasar por encima de ti mismo, por encima de tus necesidades egocéntricas y entregar la esencia de tu alma, el amor.

On the outside, I appeared in grand shape that season. I was young and in love with a fabulous girl, hanging out at a beautiful, hip spot with true friends. But inside things were fraying and beginning to fragment. A seed of unrest lay behind my smile.

Every love story is a ghost story.

You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?

Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks of men. Tell them how could you ever even hope to love what you can't grab onto.

Look. Listen. Use ears I'd be proud to call our own. Listen to the silence behind the engines' noise. Jesus, Sweets, listen . Hear it? It's a love song. For whom? You are loved.

But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.

Say the whole point of love is to try to get your fingers through the holes in the lover's mask. To get some kind of hold on the mask, and who cares how you do it.

If you've never wept and want to, have a child.

For reasons that are not well understood, war's codes are safer for most of us than love's.

Some words have to be explicitly uttered, Lenore. Only by actually uttering certain words does one really DO what one SAYS. 'Love' is one of those words, performative words. Some words can literally make things real.

That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness.

It's got something to do with love. With having the discipline to talk out of the part of yourself that can love instead of the part that just wants to be loved.

That there might not be angels, but there are people who might as well be angels.

Y qué pasa cuando a veces no hay opción sobre lo que amar? ¿Y si el templo va a Mahoma? ¿Y si simplemente amas? ¿Sin decidirlo? Lo haces simplemente: la ves y en ese instante te olvidas de la contabilidad y lo único que puedes elegir es amarla...

Lenore, it's simply that I love you. You know that. Every fiber of your being is loved by every fiber of my being. The thought of things about you, concerning you, troubling you, that I don't know about, makes blood run from my eyes, on the inside.

And a funny thing happens. The man begins to like the Thermos woman. Not love, but like, which is something the man has never experienced before, and finds different, because it involves directing a lot more emotional attention to the actual other person than the old uncontrollable passionate love had involved, involves caring about the whole other person, including the facets and features that have nothing whatsoever to do with the man.