Quotes About Love

My idea of walking into the jaws of death is marrying some woman who has lost three husbands.

For the living, death is thievery.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

The friend who cares makes it clear that whatever happens in the external world, being present to each other is what really matters. In fact, it matters more than pain, illness, or even death.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

If we're a family and your brother wishes you death, it's not a very happy family.

How do you have one eyes?" asked Rosa, gently rocking him to and fro. "Por qué?" "La guerra," he moaned. "It cry, glasseye?" "I told you, it wasn't cheap.

Nobody beloved gets out alive.

Chaque fois que je levais les yeux je voyais mon petit ami complètement gaga parce que j'étais une reine de beauté à la noix! T'étais un vrai gosse! Il a fallu que tu me transformes en princesse! Eh ben, regarde où ça m'a menée. A l'asile! Elle chez les dingues, ta princesse!

A única obsessão que todos querem: 'amor'. As pessoas pensam que ao se apaixonar, elas se tornam inteiras? A união platônica de almas? Eu penso o contrário. Eu acho que você é inteiro antes de começar. E o amor quebra você. Você está inteiro, e então está quebrado.

A única obsessão que todos querem: 'amor'. As pessoas pensam que ao se apaixonar, elas se tornam inteiras? A união platônica de almas? Eu penso o contrário. Eu acho que você é inteiro antes de começar. E o amor quebra você. Você está inteiro, e então está quebrado.

There are a hundred different ways to hold someone's hand. There are the ways you hold a child's hand, the ways you hold a friend's hand, the ways you hold an elderly parent's hand, the ways you hold the hands of the departing and of the dying and of the dead.

When he is sick, every man wants his mother.

Limited men with limitless energy; men quick to be friendly and quick to be fed up; men for whom the most serious thing in life is to keep going despite everything. And we were their sons. It was our job to love them.

Porque é em momentos assim que amamos as pessoas, quando as vemos decididas a enfrentar o pior. Não corajosas. Não heróicas. Simplesmente decididas.

Rascal Knockoff. I thought: Dostoyevsky fell in love with him.

That is about the strongest bond in the world, the mother and the little boy. There couldn't be anything stronger.

the love thrust upon the Swede seemed actually to deprive him of feeling.

He is survived by the ghost of his mother; Yetta, of Beth Something-or-other Cemetery, Neptune, New Jersey, who haunted him unceasingly during the last year of his life.

The second crazy wife. Was there any other kind?

Every wife should have a husband like Norman, revere a husband like Norman instead of battering on his decency with her low-minded delights.

He thinks, Because ... [x9]. But all he says to his son is, 'Because I don't want to lose my children.