Quotes About Love

Ouve, por eu ter mergulhado no abismo é que estou começando a amar o abismo de que sou feita.

Is woede mijn diepste verzet tegen het mens-zijn? Mens-zijn mat me af. En ik ben woedend om het voelen van zoveel liefde. Soms leef ik van de woede tegen het leven. Want de woede wekt me tot leven: ik heb me nooit zo waakzaam gevoeld. Ik weet best dat dit overgaat en dat het noodzakelijke ontberen terugkeert.

Es la amante que no teme pues sabe que lo tendrá todo nuevamente

Suddenly I was crying. It was already love.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Nunca la olvidé: jamás se olvida a una persona con la que se ha dormido.

What does it feel like to have a girl?" said the man, chewing. Her father wiped his mouth with his napkin, tilted his head to one side and said smiling: "Sometimes it feels like I have a warm egg in my hand. Sometimes, nothing: total memory loss…Occasionally it feels like I have a girl of my own, really mine.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

Como posso amar a grandeza do mundo se não posso amar o tamanho da minha natureza?

One thing I do know: love, however violent, is pure. And that is how I have come to discover that I am not pure.

Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces. That room that was deserted and for that reason primally alive. I had reached the nothing, and the nothing was living and moist.

I must ask, without knowing whom I should ask, if it is really necessary to love the man who slays me; to ask who among you is slaying me. My life, stronger than myself, replies that it wants revenge at all costs. It warns me that I must struggle like someone drowning, even if I should perish in the end. If it be so, so be it.

However what Joana has inside her is something stronger than the love that people give and what she has inside her demands more than the love that people receive.

Eu ainda não sei controlar meu ódio mas já sei que meu ódio é um amor irrealizado.

Be to, kaipgi b?si susaistyta su vyru, jeigu neleisi jam tav?s ?kalinti? Kaip uždrausi jam sum?ryti savo keturias sienas jos k?nui ir jos sielai? Ar ?manoma k? nors tur?ti neleidžiant tur?ti tav?s?

Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces.

The time to live, my love, was being so right now that I leaned my mouth on living matter.

Porque es cruel saber que la vida es única y que no tenemos como garantía más que la fe en tinieblas; porque es demasiado cruel, respondo con la pureza de una alegría indomable. [...] El amor impersonal, el amor it, es alegría, incluso el amor que no sale bien, incluso el amor que termina.

The only destiny with which we are born is the destiny of ritual. I have been calling "mask" a lie, and it isn't: it is the essential mask of solemnity. We would have to put on ritual masks to love each other. Beetles are born with the mask with which they will fulfill themselves. Through original sin we have lost our mask.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» «I'm alive. but I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.»

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive. I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

Preciso perguntar, embora não saiba a quem, se devo mesmo amar aquele que me trucida e perguntar quem de vós me trucida. E minha vida, mais forte do que eu, responde que quer porque quer vingança e responde que devo lutar como quem se afoga, mesmo que eu morra depois. Se assim é, que assim seja.

Medo de não amar, pior do que o medo de não ser amado.