Quotes About Love

a suffering person needs: love, and not knowledge and wisdom.

Tolkien regretted the degeneration of real curiosity and enthusiasm, and called for research motivated by love of knowledge rather than hunger for a job.

Now he must put into practice all his fine poetic thoughts about romantic love.

Charles Williams loved his son with reservations, complaining that a child is a guest of a somewhat inconsistent temperament, rather difficult to get rid of, almost pushing; a poor relation rather than a pleasant kind.

Barfield understood his epochal experience are not as a rebound from love sickness, but as a spiritual epiphany that cured a spiritual illness.

When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.

Before anything else I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.

For he loved her and he understood that a woman cannot always live as a man. He understood that she cannot always think as he thought, walk as he walked, breathe the air that he took in. She would always be a different being from him, listening to a different music, hearing a different sound, familiar with a different element.

To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

I am, at this moment, what I have always been to him: an object of beauty. He has never loved me as a woman.

When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return.

But Anne, do you love him? I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.

What a test of love it is, when the beloved is less than perfect.

Plainly, she is quite besotted by him,... a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life. ...little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman.

I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him.

Either you have me or not at all. Either you love me or not at all. Either I am all yours or I am nobody's. I will have no half-measures with you.

It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What'd you choose to do with yours?

You don't need to struggle, your baby is coming. Help him come to us, open your body and let him come into the world. You give birth, you don't force birth or besiege it. It's not a battle, it's an act of love. You give birth to your childd and you can do it gently.

But young hearts mend easily, and hearts that own half of England have something better to do than to beat faster for love.

Dear god, I am only twenty seven, my cause is defeated, my husband is dead. am I to be one of the poor widows who will spend the rest of their days at someone else`s fireside trying to be a good guest? shall I never be kissed again? shall I never feel joy? not ever again?