Quotes About Love

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A marriage is built on nothing so much as the story of that marriage.

Family is what works.

Handsome boys fighting in not many clothes. Even better than handsome boys marrying.

Watching three tons of Love Police pantycar traveling at eighty meters per second aim itself at her heart, Courtney Hall, renegade cartoonist, satirist, overweight, overheight, decided it would be a good time to take some violent exercise. She ran.

The Love Police, vigilant and valiant defenders of … Of what? Mediocrity? Benign Incompetence? One and a half billion people for whom nothing was more important than their own happiness?

A bird-of-paradise woman paused in her flight to be astounded. "Yah, you stupid or something? That's the Love Police, you know?" "The what?" "Fug! You are stupid! Never heard of West One?

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

When it's gone, you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

Find you, love you, marry you, and live without shame.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. Cee

Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract.

The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation--it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him.

All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them.

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.

But what really happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish.

By emphasizing God's mercy, more infinite than a parent's for a child, she found salvation in her own weakness. "Sanctity," Thérèse explains to her sister, is "a disposition of heart which is confident to the point of audacity in the goodness of our Father.

Freedom is expressing our true spirit 'love'. Independence is sustaining this freedom inspite of all inhibitions.

John Martyn on instead, Grace and Danger

Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back.

Love is not popular. Not noble. . . not love, no reward. Trust love. Is not love. Trust yourself.

Dear Holly: Heart lesson #3: post-heartbreak survival. The heart is resilient, I mean literally. When a body is burned, the heart is the last organ to oxidize. While the rest of the body can catch flame like a polyester sheet on a campfire, it takes hours to burn the heart to ash. My dear sister, a near-perfect organ! Solid, inflammable. Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back.