Quotes About Love

We are so lonely here, with only our loved ones for company. We kill, maim, insult our loved ones, or dream of doing so, to keep from going mad. And then disaster strikes. God, how we love disaster.

I love you, Kenneth said, with terrible dispassion, but I would not burn the Library of Alexandria for you; and Anita, drily sobbing, cried, You son of a bitch.

Qualquer amor já é um pouquinho de saúde, um descanso na loucura.

Aqui digo: que se teme por amor; mas que, por amor, também, é que a coragem se faz.

Todos estão loucos, neste mundo? Porque a cabeça da gente é uma só, e as coisas que há e que estão para haver são demais de muitas, muito maiores diferentes, e a gente tem de necessitar de aumentar a cabeça, para o total. Todos os sucedidos acontecendo, o sentir forte da gente — o que produz os ventos. Só se pode viver perto de outro, e conhecer outra pessoa, sem perigo de ódio, se a gente tem amor.

O amor só mente para dizer maior verdade.

Eles se disseram, assim eles dois, coisas grandes em palavras pequenas, ti a mim, me a ti, e tanto. Contudo, e felizes, alguma outra coisa se agitava neles, confusa - assim rosa-amor-espinhos-saudade.

Any love is already a little bit of health, a rest in the madness.

Todo amor não é uma espécie de comparação?

acho que o sentir da gente volteia, mas em certos modos, rodando em si mas por regras. O prazer muito vira medo, o medo vai vira ódio, o ódio vira esses desesperos? — desespero é bom que vire a maior tristeza, constante então para o um amor — quanta saudade... —; aí, outra esperança já vem...

Once when I asked you if you still loved your wife, you said, Love leaves the back door open. Later, you said, Love like a hospital gown opens at the back. And you slipped out.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'd rather do it for love.

love is fire. but whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house,you can never tell.

Love is a fire. But whether it's going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference.

I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us.

When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.

We still counted happiness and health and love and luck and beautiful children as ordinary blessings.

She hoped that although he could not hear her she could somehow imprint her ordinary love upon his memory through all eternity, hoped he would rise thinking of her, we were each other, we were each other, not that it mattered much in the long run but what else mattered as much.

I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead. Let them become the photograph on the table. Let them become the name on the trust accounts. Let go of them in the water. Knowing this does not make it any easier to let go of him in the water.

Once she was born, I was never not afraid.

We wished them happiness, we wished them health, we wished them love and luck and beautiful children. On that wedding day, July 26, 2003, we could see no reason to think that such ordinary blessings would not come their way. Do notice: We still counted happiness and health and love and luck and beautiful children as "ordinary blessings.