Quotes About Love

Un pájaro de papel en el pecho dice que el tiempo de los besos no ha llegado

I have such a dark mission, loving you.

yes, I know what you loved, brooding by the shore, your cheek in your still-damp hand, thinking, —Vicente Aleixandre, from "Tragic Destiny," A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)

I love you, yes, oh Shivering One!

Wrap me up in the reddest cloak, in that flight of your tendons, and lead me into another kingdom, into the heroic ability to love, into the combination to every safe, into the wild dice you feel in your sad fingers when roses shipwreck next to the bridge of salvation. When there's nothing you can do.

Fertile ether where the destruction of worlds is a single heart that burns itself out with love.

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

There are moments of loneliness when the astonished heart realizes it feels no love.

Pero otro día toco tu mano. Mano tibia... Tu delicada mano silente. A veces cierro mis ojos y toco leve tu mano, leve toque que comprueba su forma, que tienta su estructura, sintiendo bajo la piel alada el duro hueso insobornable, el triste hueso adonde no llega nunca el amor. Oh carne dulce, que sí empapa del amor hermoso.

Love is a momentary destruction, a combustion that threatens the pure creature we love, the one who's wounded in our fire. But after we've pulled away from her unraveled flames and looked at her, we see clearly the new, re-formed and flawless life, the quiet, warm life that called to us from the sweet surface of her body. Here is love's perfect vessel, filled and overflowing with its serene and glistening golden blood.

Your beautiful heart was born to love.

Podéis creerlo, la tumba tiene más poder que los ojos de la amada. La tumba abierta con todos sus imanes. Y esto te lo digo a ti, a ti que cuando sonríes haces pensar en el comienzo del mundo.

Y es que Don Juan no sólo seduce, goza y desdeña en serie, con una prisa humillante, a sus elegidas; lo hace convencido de la justicia sensual de tale hazañas, que dará a muchas mujeres la posibilidad de satisfacer un placer deseado en lo más hondo. Para él, únicamente la pasión es hermosa y estimulante; la tranquilidad del amor, por el contrario, atonta.

Love is a word from the old poems you read. In real life there is no love. Men come together like apes and birds. It is sweet sometimes to play with a woman, but the wind blows and there is an end of it.

Neither ventured on that fragile word--love. Together they glided into the vortex of their night of love. They went from an embrace to whispered talk, from whispering to sleep and dreams, from dreams to more embraces. These two had come together from the ends of the world to meet for a few hours in the hotel bed of Room No. 68 where so many had slept before them ...

When a mother extends outstretched arms to a son who has failed in sports, or school, or socially, or been deemed not smart enough, 'manly enough,' or just plain not good enough, he begins to understand what love is all about. The moment a mother extends her grace, he begins to understand that goodness in being a man isn't all about his performance. It isn't about his successes or his failures. It is about being able to accept love from another and then return that love."1

When a mother extends outstretched arms to a son who has failed in sports, or school, or socially, or been deemed not smart enough, 'manly enough,' or just plain not good enough, he begins to understand what love is all about. The moment a mother extends her grace, he begins to understand that goodness in being a man isn't all about his performance. It isn't about his successes or his failures. It is about being able to accept love from another and then return that love.

The love a boy receives from his mother will set the tone for his future relationships.

God is not looking for perfect mothers to raise perfect daughters. He's looking for imperfect mothers who are raising imperfect daughters in an imperfect world … and desperately dependant on a perfect God for the results. —Vicki Courtney

Imagine a world where people are drawn to the life-changing displays of God's love in our own lives, rather than repelled by our harsh words of judgment and finger-pointing over the sins and imperfections of others.

I felt so heavy with love. I could feel it packed inside my chest.

You will always be your child's favorite toy.

There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter

The only bone in my body he ever loved was his.