Quotes About Love

The boys at the baths loved me. Of course, they were all drunk and high and would've loved a French poodle barking out "Jingle Bells"!

She [Aphrodite] spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and in it desire and in it blandishing persuasion which steals the mind even of the wise.

Even if you gods, and all the goddesses too, should be looking on, yet would I be glad to sleep with golden Aphrodite.

May the gods grant you all things which your heart desires, and may they give you a husband and a home and gracious concord, for there is nothing greater and better than this -when a husband and wife keep a household in oneness of mind, a great woe to their enemies and joy to their friends, and win high renown.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

Marge, you're as pretty as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda.

A mothers happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

When women love, they forgive everything, even our crimes; when they do not love, they cannot forgive anything, not even our virtues.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

Wisdom is the understanding of celestial things to which the Spirit is brought by Love.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Like many widows, she came to the unwise decision of remarrying.

Love in the abstract is not enough for a great man in poverty; he has need of its utmost devotion... She who is really a wife, one in heart, flesh, and bone, must follow wherever he leads, in whom her life, her strength, her pride, and happiness are centered.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

Unfortunately her portrait will cure no one of the addiction to loving sweetly smiling angels with dreamy looks, innocent faces, and a strong-box for a heart.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

Love may be the fairest gem which Society has filched from Nature; but what is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood? A smile has dried my tears.

Marriage must constantly fight against a monster which devours everything: routine.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.