Quotes About Love

again over his, then breaking away, she begged. "Richard, Richard, please…? She pulled him fiercely to her, and the doctor's hands, long and lean and strong, tore at the silken robe that

At long last Helen raised herself on an elbow and turning towards the man, kissed him gently. Her eyes shone, contented and happy. "Ah, and now, darling, aren't you ashamed for having kept me waiting so long?" she chided.

The idea, so common in the ancient writers, is not all a poetic conceit, that the soul of a man is only a fragment of a larger whole, and goes out in search of other souls in which it will find its true completion. We walk among worlds unrealized, until we have learned the secret of love. We know this, and in our sincerest moments admit this, even though we are seeking to fill up our lives with other ambitions and other hopes.

The world thinks we idealize our friend, and tells us that love is proverbially blind. Not so: it is only love that sees.

On the whole, however, it is not our own liability to death which oppresses us. The fear of it to a brave man, not to speak of a man of faith, can be overcome. It is the fear of it for others whom we love, which is its sting.

The divine meaning of a true friendship is that it is often the first unveiling of the secret of love. It is not an end in itself, but has most of its worth in what it leads to, the priceless gift of seeing with the heart rather than with the eyes. To love one soul for its beauty and grace and truth is to open the way to appreciate all beautiful and true and gracious souls, and to recognize spiritual beauty wherever it is seen.

Love is the only permanent relationship among men, and the permanence is not an accident of it, but is of its very essence.

Christ's ideal is the ideal of a Kingdom, men banded together in a common cause, under common laws, serving the same purpose of love.

Fear, which blights life and darkens death, is killed by love, as the cloud is dispersed by the sunshine.

Hating your neighbour is almost as secure a psychological prop as loving him, especially if he differs from you in looks, language or habits.

Just because you love someone doesnt mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

The reason I turn down 99% of a hundred, I mean a thousand, scripts is because romantic comedies are often very romantic but seldom very funny.

I always say now that I'm in my blonde years. Because since the end of my marriage, all of my girlfriends have been blonde.

My gosh, I love food. If I wasn't an actor, I could be a completely different body shape right now.

My kids are not that interested in my movie career, by the way. My son, in particular, never talks about it. He just wants me as his dad.

The word philosophy sounds high-minded, but it simply means the love of wisdom. If you love something, you don't just read about it you hug it, you mess with it, you play with it, you argue with it.

I have a terrific marriage, but unlike a lot of relationships where they ebb and flow, no matter what happens you fall deeper and deeper in love every day. It's kind of the best thing that can happen to you. It's thrilling.

I feel so lucky to have both a son and a daughter, because there's a different relationship with each of them.

When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug, and everything that's happened that day just melts away.

Reason is not some external power which dictates how we should behave, but an internal power, integral to who we are ... Reason does not command that we love anyone. Nonetheless, reason is vital in determining whom we love and why we love them.

Of course, they hadn't really been happier at all. But they 'd been days, and they'd had Sarah in them, and that was near enough.

Then there are the books that shine in my memory, milestones along the horizontal course of my life. I remember not just the books themselves but the chair I sat in, the shoes I wore, the woman I loved, what song was on the charts at the time. None of which makes them good books, exactly, although all of them are — it just means that they are mine. They really happened.

Happiness is the twinkle in your grandmother's eye as you reverse the tractor off her legs.

Signs of the purest form of human love: the love that has nothing to do with emotion or affection; the love that say we will treat each other kindly and respectfully, regardless of how we happen to feel about each other, because we know that's the only way a human community can thrive. p19 [Prologue: A Loving Country?]