Quotes About Love

I didn't come from a lot. I had a lot of love and support from my family, but as far as money and that type of thing, I didn't really have any of that. All I did was follow my dreams. If my fans take anything from me, I hope it would be that.

Im not ashamed to say Im addicted to football.

I have never one day been ashamed of my son. Even when he was not right, that's ok.

Some of the things I have done... of course I'm ashamed of in the past... was just to put food on the table and just take care of my family.

Those of us lucky enough to fall in love with Asia know that it's an affair that's as long as it is resonant.

As for music, it was his profession, and where will you find the man who is in love with his means of earning a livelihood? For it is with a profession as with marriage: in the long length you are sensible of nothing but the drawbacks.

O amor toma a cor do século a que pertence. Em 1822 é doutrinário. Em lugar de se provar o amor como antigamente por meio de factos, discute-se, transformam-no num discurso de tribuna.

Both eyes had cataracts; but she obstinately refused to submit to an operation, in spite of the entreaties of her sister-in-law. The secret reason of that obstinacy was known to herself only; she declared it was want of courage; but the truth was that she would not let her brother spend twenty-five louis for her benefit. That sum would have been so much the less for the good of the household.

Um grande amor é um crédito aberto a uma potência tão voraz, que o momento da falência chega sempre.

Dac? lumina e prima dragoste a vie?ii, dragostea nu este oare lumina inimii?

Admiration, gratitude, a sort of hope for better days, were mingled with pride at having such a pretty daughter.

Napoleón no cenaba dos veces, ni podía tampoco tener más amantes de las que tiene cualquier estudiante de Medicina, no sé si me comprendes... Nuestra felicidad, amigo mío, tiene que caber siempre entre nuestros pies y nuestro occipucio, y, tanto si cuesta un millón al año como cien luises, la percepción intrínseca de ella es la misma en nuestro interior.

But in life there is only one love. So all discussions of feelings, written or oral, can be summed up by these two questions: Is it a passion? Is it love?

Si las parisienses son tan a menudo falsas, ebrias de vanidad, personales y coquetas, es evidente, sin embargo, que cuando aman verdaderamente sacrifican mayor número de sentimientos a sus pasiones. Se elevan por encima de sus pequeñeces y llegan a ser sublimes.

Bei Liebschaften ist es ganz so wie in den Ehen. Der Betroffene erfährt immer alles zuletzt.

She put all her pride and self-love into making him superior to herself, and not in ruling him. Hearts without tenderness covet dominion, but a true love treasures abnegation, that virtue of strength.

Dragostea realizeaz? un progres enorm la o femeie în clipa când ea î?i închipuie c? a procedat prea pu?in generos sau c? a rânit un suflet delicat.

At the same time the wretched rooms rose before him, denuded of the poetry of love which beautifies everything; he saw them dirty and faded, regarding them as emblematic of an inner life devoid of honor, idle and vicious. Are not our feelings written, as it were, on the things about us?

to the sense of coming events and mysterious felicity and fear at hand, while as yet there is no substance of fact on which these phantoms of caprice can fix and feed? Over these fancies thought hovers, conceiving impossible projects, giving in the germ all the joys of love. Perhaps, indeed, all passion is contained in that thought-germ, as the beauty, and fragrance, and rich color of the flower is all packed in the seed.

The thoughts into which our spirit is suddenly plunged are like a shoreless sea, in which we may swim for a moment, but where our love is doomed to drown and die. And it is a frightful death. Are not our feelings the most glorious part of our life? It is this partial death which, in certain delicate or powerful natures, leads to the terrible ruin produced by disenchantment, by hopes and passions betrayed.

Only just now she said to me, 'I am very happy, papa!' When they say 'father' stiffly, it sends a chill through me; but when they call me 'papa,' it brings all the old memories back. I feel most their father then; I even believe that they belong to me, and to no one else.

But duties, my friend, are not sentiments. To do what we ought is by no means to do what we like. A man who would give his life enthusiastically for a woman must be ready to die coldly for his country.

N'y a-t-il pas des pensées, des actions qui, en amour, équivalent, pour certaines âmes, à de saintes fiancailles!

When a cloud comes between two beings filled with affection for each other and whose lives are in absolute unison, that cloud, though it may disperse, leaves in those souls a trace of its passage. Either love gains a stronger life, as the earth after rain, or the shock still echoes like distant thunder through a cloudless sky. It is impossible to recover absolutely the former life; love will either increase or diminish.