Quotes About Love

Why was it always like that? he wondered. You call someone you love on the phone, and when you've finished talking, all you feel is the bloody distance between you.

He always had that same empty, lonely feeling after he'd spoken to someone he loved over the telephone, as if the silence had somehow become charged with that person's absence.

When your friends and lovers start dying, you begin to feel as if you have only narrowly escaped the reaper yourself, and that it's only a matter of time. Which, of course, it is. In the meantime, there's a version of survivor's guilt to deal with.

Christianity was useless if it forgot people and the here and now. Faith and belief, she felt, were no use without charity, love and compassion; religion was nothing if it focused entirely on the afterlife.

Love is the crazy, mad, and perhaps ridiculous gesture of saying yes to life, of seeing it as worthy of our embrace and even worthy of our total sacrifice.

Here God is not approached as an object that we must love, but as a mystery present in the very act of love itself.

Orthodoxy as right belief will cost us little; indeed, it will allow us to sit back with our Pharisaic doctrines, guarding the 'truth' with the purity of our interpretations. But orthodoxy, as believing in the right way, as bringing love to the world around us and within us … that will cost us everything. For to live by that sword, as we all know, is to die by it.

In other words, the claim I believe in God is nothing but a lie if it is not manifest in our lives, because one only believes in God insofar as one loves.

In contrast we let go of existence, meaning, and the sublime as categories to describe the object "God." Instead these become ways in which we engage with the world. Yet, as we affirm the world in love, we indirectly sense that in letting go of God we have, in fact, found ourselves at the very threshold of God.

Love is both wonderful and foolish.

The problem of love lies in the way we woo.

Machiavelli declared that it was better to be feared than loved as a leader, but you did not want to be hated. Hatred led to conspiracy. And conspiracy, he warned, could bring down governments.

Ishq and Mushq.

In a Sufi fable, the elephant fell in love with a firefly, and imagined that it shone for no other creature but he; and when it flew long distances away, he was confident that at the center of its light was the image of an elephant.

For a moment he felt almost as though he were back in his old life, not 'Lamar Burgess' but Don Wanderley, one-time resident of Bolinas, California, and author of two novels (one of which had made some money). Lover for a time of Alma Mobley, brother to defunct David Wanderley.

the vocabulary of love was so tired.

In the next book, A Walk Among the Tombstones, which winds toward an unblinking description of torture and dismemberment, Elaine answers Scudder's admission that he has long been troubled by her visits from other men, and his straightforward confession of love, with the revelation that she has not entertained another man for months, has in fact quit her profession, and of course loves him, too.

The opposite of love is evil. You stupid human beings, the whole thing is right in front of you, but on you go, debating whether evil is internal or external, inherent in everyone or created by circumstance...The world is not divided into two. You have evil within you, you contain evil, that's the basic idea. When you open the door, what do you get, the lady or the tiger? Whoops, sorry, you get both, because the lady is the tiger. Doity Toid to the Eel

You guys, you people, you all run on one big engine, all the same for everybody, the whole world over. Know the name of that engine? Love? she speculated. Good try but completely wrong, sorry. The name of the engine is story... If you want to get fancy, we could use the work narrative... And what does a narrative need? The presence of evil, that's what. Doity Toid and the Eel

You guys, you people, you all run on one big engine, all the same for everybody, the whole world over. Know the name of that engine? Love? she speculated. Good try, but completely wrong, sorry. The name of the engine is story...If you want to get fancy, we could use the word narrative...And what does narrative need? The presence of evil, that's what. Doity Toid and the Eel

children]can thus learn the art of loving and know truly that when they think a thought they release a tremendous power or force in space.

A gift should be something freely given that enhances your life and reminds you lovingly of the giver. If it's not, you simply should not give it a place in your home.

We tend to connect our memories of the important moments in our lives, the places where we lived, and the people we loved to objects. Seeing these things allows us to replay and refresh those memories.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.