Quotes About Love

Olharam-se. Maravilharam-se. E o amor era a capacidade de se maravilharem a cada instante.

Não há amor resistente à solidão.

Para mim, o casal perfeito é aquele onde há ternura e vontade de estar por vezes um com o outro. O amor destrói os casais. Não acredito no amor.

Christ loves mothers and is drawn to their tears, words, and prayers. After all, He lived in the house, ate her cooking, saw her clean His clothes and His room, and knew she was blessed above all women.

Remain pure, not in order to be noble or strong but to be yourself. To give your love is to lose love. Abdicate from life so as not to abdicate from yourself.

To love is to be tired of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It is exceedingly important that we not love.)

In sexual love we seek our own pleasure through the intermediary of another's body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure through the intermediary of an idea we have. The onanist may be an abject creature but in truth he is the logical expression of the lover. He is the only one who neither diguises nor deludes himself.

I love you. You pay my rent.

No animal has a heart quite like a dog's

I'd walk through hell in a gasoline suit to play baseball.

The love that dares not speak its name has never stopped talking.

In the medieval marriage service the wife had pledged to be 'bonner and buxom in bed and in board'. This has the nice alliteration of an older language. Now both partners were asked to 'love and to cherish' 'for better, for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health'.

My grandmother's hands floated like wings of bone in the dark, then they were birds, then small disks of light and then bones again, and then it was dawn.

I realized that she was my beloved witness, and I the receiver of her story. When I was a boy, she had showered me with love; now as a man, I could return that love.

Marriage is a mystery.

Perhaps if I had been able to put things in plain language, it might have been plain that things between us were so damnably unequal, that I loved her as I would never love anyone else and that she loved me as a young woman might love a devoted brother, a trusted bodyguard, or a horse that never stumbles, never shies, but takes all fences willingly, and carries her safely across.

He would never believe, in his wildest dreams ,that she no longer loved him. She had said it once, but he would dismiss these sorts of things as temperament or wine as if a bottle contained an infusion of foreign thoughts with which she had innocently poisoned herself.

Then I fell in love and everything went to hell.

Yet he derives emotional strength merely from the knowledge of her existence.

They loved and reviled Hitler like no other twentieth-century politician.

In 1845 — she (Elizabeth Barrett) was almost forty — she began corresponding with Robert Browning, and noted that what most people call love is really a kind of warfare, with one side enjoying all the strategic advantages. Again and again one sees the growth of power on one side and the struggle against it, by means legal & illegal on the other. The best counterattack that women can mount is guerrilla warfare.

Well over a decade before he (Freud) assigned to aggression a stature equal in dignity, perhaps superior in power, to the libido, he divided what he called "tendentious jokes", those with a point to make beyond sheer verbal felicity, into two categories: obscene and hostile . Here was, in embryo, the structural theory of the 1920s, a theory that treated the mind as a battleground between the forces of love and aggression, or, in his more grandiose formulation, of life and death.

The thing that eventually strikes you about the death of someone you love is the permanence. When that hits, there is an overpowering sense of loneliness and aloneness. Those wounds do not remain raw, not forever, but they do remain.

Love is the way that life forgets that it is terminal. Love is life's alibi in the face of death.