Quotes About Love

December, 1919 Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain reached my throat The drops refused to fall. 'Tis ten years since you died, mother, Just ten dark years of pain, And oh, I only wish that I Could weep just once again.

Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate.

went with you or not." "But what would happen if you quit him and stayed here in Marseille?" "I don't care." Aslima began dancing round the room singing a pig-song in her language which is something like this translated: Want to know what's loving sweet, Want to know what's loving big? When two naughty lovers meet And unite in loving pigs.

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

Here I am surrounded by the things I love. I spend my time in the open, on the beach in stormy weather or when the fishing boats put out [...] In the evenings, my dear friend, there is a warm fire in my cottage, and the cosiness of a small family [...] I am now enjoying a spell of quiet, free of chores. Ideally I should like to stay in a peaceful nook like this for ever.

Love is an attachment to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment -- a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same you forget yourself.

Il est plus facile d'être un voyageur ou un savant que d'être un ami, un amant. Plus aisé d'aimer les hommes vaguement que d'aimer à la perfection un seul être imparfait.

Avec l'amour, l'amitié et la fraternité d'action, l'art est le plus court chemin d'un homme à un autre.

Para combatir con mayor eficacia el desasosiego que es tan perjudicial, San Francisco de Sales procura descubrir cuál es la causa ordinaria, por no decir única, de esta falta de paz. Es el amor propio, el buscarse a sí mismo.

Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? The mother.

If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.

This is something that I cherish. Once in a friend's home I came across this blessing, and took it down in shorthand ... it says something I like to live with Oh Thou, who dwellest in so many homes, possess Thyself of this. Bless the life that is sheltered here. Grant that trust and peace and comfort abide within, and that love and life and usefulness may go out from this home forever.

Falling in love is easy, you see; any idiot can do it. It's falling out of love that's hard.

Meet me at the moon.

Even when relationships become fractured, or someone dies, the connections you have to your family are never lost.

Desperation can do strange things to people. Even those we love.

From beginning to end, all this phony relationship can offer you is a toxic combination of fake love and real abuse. He constructs the psychopathic bond through deception and manipulation. You maintain it through self-sacrifice and denial.

Alabado sea el Señor que sólo me dio sobrinos.

En cualquier caso, el enamoramiento también es cuestión de fe.

La extrañaba incluso más que a Ana, tal vez porque echar de menos a alguien vivo tiene más sentido que hacerlo con un muerto. La muerte pide resignación, la ausencia no.

Pero el afecto necesita un reposo del que la política no dispone.

Cairn Stone This is the rock he lifted to lay upon a cairn in a high place. This rock, warmed by the near sun, felt right, somehow, in his hand. He decided to carry it down to his mother, who lay in bed, recovering. It is so easy to please a mother. Just to think of her for a moment, from a high place, and to carry that thought to her in the form of a stone.

The subject of so many films is the protection of the victim, and I think, I don't give a damn about those things. It's not the job of films to nurse people. With what's happening in the chemistry of love, I don't want to be a nurse or a doctor, I just want to be an observer." As a child, Claire Denis wished to be a nurse; she is no longer a child. Years have passed and soon we love this world, so soon we are willing to coexist with dust in our eyes.