Quotes About Love

You are in love with a man", says Julie, "who insists that he can love you only when you stand in the exact center of whatever room you are in

Elige tu templo de fanatismo con suma atención. Lo que vosotros quisierais cantar como amor trágico es un vínculo mal elegido. ¿Morir por una persona? Eso es una locura. Las personas cambian, se van, mueren, enferman. Se marchan, mienten, enloquecen, enferman, te traicionan, mueren. Vuestra nación os sobrevive. Una causa os sobrevive

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

My whole life I've been a fraud. I'm not exaggerating. Pretty much all I've ever done all the time is try to create a certain impression of me in other people. Mostly to be liked or admired. It's a little more complicated than that, maybe. But when you come right down to it it's to be liked, loved. Admired, approved of, applauded, whatever. You get the idea.

It's the sort of love whose measure is what it has cost, what one's given up for it. Whether there's choice involved is, at a certain point, of no interest... since it's the very surrender of choice and self that informs the love in the first place.

There is nothing that makes us love a man so much as praying for him.

Nourish it with good works, give it peace in solitude, get it strength in prayer, make it wise with reading, enlighten it by meditation, make it tender with love, sweeten it with humility, humble it with penance, enliven it with psalms and hymns, and comfort it with frequent reflections upon future glory.

Jeremiah lived about three hundred years ago. He had only one son, whom he educated himself in his own house. As they were sitting together in the garden when the child was ten years old, Jeremiah began talking to him. He said: The little time that you have been in the world, my child, you have spent entirely with me. My love and tenderness to you has made you look upon me as your only friend and benefactor, and the cause of all the comfort and pleasure that you enjoy. Your heart

If dad had always been as weak and as friendly as he was now that he was dying. If only he could have been dying for twenty years, Stan might have loved him.

Mother is God in the eyes of a child.

if you are not allowed to touch the heart sometimes in spite of syntax, and are not to be loved until you all know the difference between trimeter and trameter, may all Poetry go to the deuce, and every schoolmaster perish miserably!

A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.

Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens.

He had placed himself at her feet so long that the poor little woman had been accustomed to trample upon him. She didn't wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him nothing, but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not unfrequently levied in love.

Picture to yourself, O fair young reader, a worldly, selfish, graceless, thankless, religionless old woman, writhing in pain and fear, and without her wig. Picture her to yourself, and ere you be old, learn to love and pray.

No, you are not worthy of the love which I have devoted to you. I knew all along that the prize I had set my life on was not worth the winning; that I was a fool, with fond fancies, too, bartering away my all of truth and ardour against your little feeble remnant of love. I will bargain no more: I withdraw.

I can't help always falling upon it, and cry out with particular loudness and wailing, and become especially melancholy, when I see a dead love tied to a live love.

Cheerfulness means a contented spirit, a pure heart, a kind and loving disposition; it means humility and ~ charity, a generous appreciation of others, and a modest opinion of self.

Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and pray by it.

It is in the nature and instinct of some women. Some are made to scheme, and some to love; and I wish any respected bachelor that reads this may take the sort that best likes him.

The Major folded his arms round her, holding her to him as if she was a child, and kissed her head. I will not change, dear Amelia, he said. I ask for no more than your love. I think I would not have it otherwise. Only let me stay near you, and see you often. Yes, often, Amelia said. And so William was at liberty to look and long: as the poor boy at school who has no money may sigh after the contents of the tart-woman's tray.

If fun is good, truth is still better, and love best of all.

He went to the deuce for a woman. There must be good in a man who will do that.

But oh, mesdames, if you are not allowed to touch the heart sometimes in spite of syntax, and are not to be loved until you all know the difference between trimeter and tetrameter, may all Poetry go to the deuce, and every schoolmaster perish miserably!