Quotes About Love

Because you "love" people so much no matter how bleak things are you will never give up on this world.

Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.

To Expirience Divine Love, Drop the Ego. Hovsep Kazezian - www.Hkazezian.com

The fog was made more beautiful by its passing, like flags in the spring; like the last drone of cicadas in a dying summer; like the brief yellow of hickories, the purple of sweetgums, in the fall. You loved most the things that passed away, that you couldn't hold on to, no matter how much you loved them.

From a religious point of view, if God had thought homosexuality is a sin, he would not have created gay people.

Is this every kid's worst fear - that his mother and father don't love him? It was mine. (239)

would have died there. Right there. And she didn't say anything. She didn't even cry at first. She just handed the letter to Pop, and he read it, and then he put his head down on the table and began to cry.

Moved by deep love, a man is courageous. And with frugality, a man becomes generous. And he who does not desire to be ahead of the world becomes the leader of the world.

On three things life rests: on right, which is set forth in the Law; on truth, which is set forth in the world; and on the love of one man for another, which is set forth in your heart.

Man is a part of God, or else he is a beast; and beasts know love and fear and hate and hunger--but not exultation

When I kissed her, I felt that my heart would tear through my chest for excitement and wonder, and then I felt a good, empty sicknesss, if you can speak of anything in such contradictory terms.

The tenets (and limits) of behaviorism are well conveyed in an old joke: Two behaviorists make love. The first then says to the second, "Well, it was great for you. But tell me, how was it for me?

A great marriage is predicted not so much by your finding the right partner as by your being the right partner.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

Whoever spoke of a wise lover? The wiser the lover, the longer ago he stopped loving.

He no sooner saw the woman than he saw the aftermath of her - his marriage proposal and her acceptance, the home they would set up together, the drawn rich silk curtains leaking purple light, the bed sheets billowing like clouds, the wisp of aromatic smoke winding from the chimney - only for every wrack of it - its lattice of crimson roof tiles, its gables and dormer windows, his happiness, his future - to come crashing down on him in the moment of her walking past.

But aunties are equivocal figures of affection, wicked and unreliable, pretending love only so long as they are short of love themselves, and then off.

And thinking of her waiting to be found, while he was waiting to find, gave a beautiful symmetry to the love he felt for her.

M-O-T-H-E-R "M" is for the million things she gave me, "O" means only that she's growing old, "T" is for the tears she shed to save me, "H" is for her heart of purest gold; "E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining, "R" means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER," A word that means the world to me.

The leveling down of the European man is our greatest danger. This is the prospect that depresses us. Today we see nothing that wants to become greater. We suspect that all goes ever downward, becoming thinner, more sleazy, smarter, cozier, more ordinary, more indifferent. Exactly here lies the crisis. With the fear of man, we have also lost the love of man - reverence for him, hope in him. The human prospect wearies us. What is the current nihilism if it is not that? We are tired of man.

We'll always have Paris.

And Jesus lived happily ever after.

In real life, couples bond and war over a million different things. The causes of divorce are like beautiful, unique snowflakes.

The mind flies out to objects of its love And finds impenetrable forms and shapes That you can formulate when you pin down Each butterfly of thought upon your board. from "Letter to an Imaginary Brazil