Quotes About Love

Love is a house with many rooms, this room to feed the love, this one to entertain it, this one to clean it, this one to dress it, this one to allow it to rest, and each of these rooms can also just as well also be the room for laughing or the room for listening or the room for telling one's secrets or the room for sulking or the room for apologizing or the room for intimate togetherness...

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud .

What are we without the ones we love?

Motivul pentru care moartea se Å£ine atât de aproape de via?? nu e necesitatea biologic? - e invidia. ViaÅ£a este atât de frumoas?, încât moartea s-a îndr?gostit de ea, o dragoste geloas?, posesiv?, care apuc? tot ce poate.

Por qué iba a someterse Dios a algo así? ¿Por qué no dejar la muerte para los mortales? ¿Por qué tuvo que ensuciar lo que era bello, estropear la perfección? -Por amor...

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possesive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

I am happy to see him on the couch, his huge feet on the arm, dirtying the cloth. I am happy to hear him stomping upstairs across the floorboards and whipping towels at his sisters after he has showered. I am happy to hear him screaming for no reason, bounding down the stairs, reaching the bottom and wildly petting Nelly, shaking her head back and forth, and calling her a good girl. I think how it doesn't matter who shot my son. My son is back.

My mother still thinks of things to do for him. Light church candles, name a star, send money to somewhere.

Celui qui passe à coté de la plus belle histoire de sa vie n'aura que l'âge de ses regrets et tous les soupirs du monde ne sauraient bercer son âme.

If you want your life to be a small part of eternity, to be lucid even in the heart of madness, love... Love with all your strength, love as though it is all you know how to do, love enough to make the gods themselves jealous... for it is in love that all ugliness reveals its beauty.

You're all the world to me. Whenever i can't see you... I die a little.

You're living through the only moments that make life worthwhile... In love, even beasts become divine.

Omul care las? s?-i scape dragostea vie?ii sale va ajunge singur cu regretele sale ?i toate suspinele lumii nu-i pot aduce alinare sufletului.

La coppia è la prova più terribile che Dio possa affliggerci.

Mi sono sentito anch'io sull'orlo della noia, pervaso dalla malinconia degli amanti, quando tranne le scopate non succede più niente.

People we no longer love no longer carry any credit with us and everything they do seems artificial.

Moi je dis, le couple, la plus terrible épreuve que Dieu puisse nous infliger.

In the end, the only truly intimate relationships are those between two people.

I hear this, Genevieve, the words love and hope being thrown out into empty air and all I want is to declare war on the planet.

Les enfants absorbent notre vie, er la désagrègent. Les enfants nous entraînent au désastre, c'est une loi.

He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako's life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.

Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace.

And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love

Nothing could be more comfortable than writing about the ballet from books. A ballet he had never seen was an art in another world. It was an unrivaled armchair reverie, a lyric from some paradise. He called his work research, but it was actually free, uncontrolled fantasy. He preferred not to savor the ballet in the flesh; rather he savored the phantasms of his own dancing imagination, called up by Western books and pictures. It was like being in love with someone he had never seen.