Quotes About Love

Quando ci si sente innamorati, si vuole vivere per sempre. Si vagheggia che l'emozione, l'entusiasmo che si prova, duri. Leggere in italiano mi provoca una brama simile. Non voglio morire perché la mia morte significherebbe la fine della mia scoperta della lingua. Perché ogni giorno ci sarà una nuova parola da imparare. Così il vero amore può rappresentare l'eternità.

A final image: Udayan standing beside her on the balcony in North Calcutta. Looking down at the street with her, getting to know her. Leaning forward, just inches between them, the future spread before them. The moment her life had begun a second time.

But I remind myself that he has a father who is still living, a mother who is happy and strong. Whenever he is discouraged, I tell him that if I can survive on three continents, then there is no obstacle he cannot conquer.

As he watched the couple the room went dark, and he spun around. Shoba had turned the lights off. She came back to the table and sat down, and after a moment Shukumar joined her. They wept together, for the things they now knew.

The Arnolfini Marriage by van Eyck

When you're in love, you want to live forever. You want the emotion, the excitement you feel to last. Reading in Italian arouses a similar longing in me. I don't want to die, because my death would mean the end of my discovery of the language. Because every day there will be a new word to learn. Thus true love can represent eternity.

Both her parents came from humble backgrounds; botht heir grandmothers had given up the gold on their arms to put roofs over their families' heads and food on their plates. This mentality, as tiresome as it sometimes felt, reassured Sudha, for it was something her parents understood and respected about each other, and she suspected it was the glue that held them together.

After a minute they continue on, toward the nurses' station. "Hoping for a boy or a girl?" Patty asks. "As long as there are ten finger and ten toe," Ashima replies.

I feel sad as I laugh; I didn't know love at her age. What did I do? I read books and studied. I listened to my parents and did what they asked me to. Even though, in the end, I never made them happy. I didn't like myself, and something told me I'd end up alone.

Being rescued from that shattered train had been the first miracle of his life. But here, now, reposing in his arms, weighing next to nothing but changing everything, is the second.

When he pictured her so many thousands of miles away he plummeted, so much so that he had an overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around her, to freeze with her, even for an instant, in an embrace witnessed by his favorite Surya.

Rapidamente, simultaneamente, ele se apaixona por Maxine, pela casa e pelo modo de vida de Gerald e Lydia, pois conhecê-la e amá-la é conhecer e amar todas essas coisas.

It was that she had already fallen in love, and been married, and had a child, and had her heart broken. He had yet to experience any of those things.

My mother, by now, clings to life like a yellowing piece of Scotch tape in a scrapbook. It can detach at any moment, and yet it still does the job. All you need to do is turn the page to unstick it, so that it leaves a pale rectangular stain behind. I'm not impressed by what I've just written, it feels overwrought, but I hold on to the receipt.

Books come to stand for various episodes in our lives, for certain idealisms, follies of belief, moments of love. Along the way they accumulate our marks, our stains, our innocent abuses—they come to wear our experience of them on their covers and bindings like wrinkles on our skin.

I don't really have any position to complain about my job. Yeah, every job has its moments like, "Ah, you know, it's Wednesday." But I'm blessed. I love my work.

Lie down among the pines for a while, then get to plain pure white love-work ... to help humanity and other mortals and the Lord.

Now we also need people who just love to listen to the music. And we need people that want to work to facilitate it. That want to do work, have somebody like Bret Primack, the jazz video guy.

It is possible for love to grow and multiply if you work at it.

Marriage, sanctified by the bond of fidelity, is the nearest life gets to a work of art.

I chose to enter a profession that is not easy. To be able to say that I am doing what I love for a living - man, it isn't work. I cannot begin to describe how fortunate I am.

There is a subtle and unmistakable touch of love and pride, beyond mere skill, almost an inspiration which gives to all work that finish which is almost art - which is art.

I want to do good work, but having kids and a life outside of that is important, too. If you don't have anybody around who loves you, then what's it all for? You're just lonely in the end.

I do have a busy work life. So I would say that the positive atmosphere at home combined with the support I receive from my family and loved ones is really what helps me balance it all.