Quotes About Love

I said that I had never experienced a love-pinch and on a wave of amusement Kiser said, "Then you got that to look forward to. I don't know, though. That Yancey fella don't look very playful to me and Gaither's not a very forward boy so maybe you'll just have to skip that part of your life.

I've played a lot of mothers in my movies.

I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York.

Love is made up of three unconditional properties in equal measure: 1. Acceptance 2. Understanding 3. Appreciation Remove any one of the three and the triangle falls apart. Which, by the way, is something highly inadvisable. Think about it — do you really want to live in a world of only two dimensions? So, for the love of a triangle, please keep love whole.

Love -- not dim and blind but so far-seeing that it can glimpse around corners, around bends and twists and illusion; instead of overlooking faults love sees through them to the secret inside.

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles. And yet this person is the hero of his own life story. He is the love of someone's life. And what he can do may change the world. Imagine being him for a moment. And then continue on your own way.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

To be alone with yourself is to be alone. To be in the company of others is to be alone together. The only time you are not alone is when you forget yourself and reach out in love -- the lines of self blur, and just for a wild, flickering moment you experience the miracle of other . And now you know the secret.

Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to "season" people.

In the absence of Death, In the presence of Death, Only one thing remains, It is Love.

There is only Love -- and Stories. All else is but a shadow dream.

I have told you all this because you matter to him, Lark.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach. Let no one presume to give the feelings of a young woman on receiving the assurance of that affection of which she has scarcely allowed herself to entertain a hope.

Always," he says softly. "It is what I intend to do for as long as I breathe.

The idea of the one perfect soul mate—whether it be girl, boy, or flying chipmunk—is right out of an old-fashioned romance novel (okay, maybe not the chipmunk part, unless he's a shape-shifting paranormal chipmunk who turns into a sexy tattooed hunk when the moon is full—yeah, you can tell I'm babbling even in my thoughts).

What happens next leaves me speechless. "I still don't have a proper love gift for you yet, im amrevu," Aeson says, watching me with intensity. "However, I have this—" He reaches with his right hand to untie the black armband around his left sleeve. The black length of silk comes loose, and he folds it carefully into a square and hands it to me.

the Empress said, her own breath coming in gasps, lips against her daughter's cold forehead and soft hair—her hair at least was still the same, soft, delicate, sweet cobwebs. . . .

But her soft lips were upon his, drinking his living breath, and he was now gasping in divine madness, pressing his mouth over hers like a drowning man, breathing through her. . . . "That

Soon, both his hands held her face between them, tilting her head back so that she felt as though she was swooning into the floor, into the ground, into the earth itself, while he opened her, consumed her from above and from the inside, and her gaze was turned heavenward, and he was the dome of her sky, its entirety. . . . They

Limit love and you limit life.

Recordó los versos que describían a Tristán e Isolda en el bosque: "Hay una espada dispuesta entre los dos, clara, brillante y desnuda".

Había parejas que se querían de ese modo, se querían odiándose toda la vida.

I feel a very deep respect for people who love their country . . Officer Werner Von Ebrennac

Sève qui monte et fleur qui pousse, Ton enfance est une charmille : Laisse errer mes doigts dans la mousse Où le bouton de rose brille.