Quotes About Love

Si mette a letto dalla propria parte, ma prima col piede, poi con tutto il corpo, si sposta tutto nella nicchia di tepore lasciata dalla moglie. Quando lei torna la sera, lui è alzato da un pezzo ad aspettarla. Mangiano qualcosa, con lo struggimento di avere così poco tempo per stare insieme, tanto che non riescono quasi a portarsi il cucchiaio alla bocca, dalla voglia che avrebbero "di star lì a tenersi per mano".

That's how it is: everything women have been told about love has been wrong. They've been told all sorts of things, but all wrong. And their experiences, all imprecise. And yet, they trust the things they're told, not the experiences. [...] And yet, it's easier for women. Life flows in them, a great river, in them, the perpetuators, nature is sure and mysterious, in them.

It was the love which the hunter has for living things, and which he can only express by aiming his gun at them ...

Cosimo did not yet know love, and what is any experience without that? What point is there in risking life, when the real flavor of life is as yet unknown?

But our mother, the most distant from him, perhaps, seemed the only one who could accept him as he was, maybe because she didn't try to find an explanation.

If I love order, it's not the mark of a character subjected to an inner discipline, a repression of the instincts. In me the idea of an absolutely regular world, symmetrical and methodical, is associated with that first impulse and burgeoning of nature. The rest of your images that associate passion with disorder, love with intemperate overflow - river fire whirlpool volcano - are for me memories of nothingness and listlessness and boredom.

Mentre Arturo corre già verso il lavoro, Elide mette a posto la casa, scuotendo il capo per le faccende mal fatte da lui. Dopodiché va a letto, striscia il piede dalla parte del marito, ma si accorge ogni volta che dove dorme lei è più caldo, segno che anche Arturo ha dormito lì, e ne prova una grande tenerezza.

A human being becomes human not through the casual convergence of certain biological conditions, but through an act of will and love on the part of other people.

There can be no love if one does not remain oneself with all one's strength.

I had seen much more than that, I had visited the world of the things that could have been, and I couldn't drive it from my mind. And I had known the beauty kept prisoner in the heart of that world, the beauty lost for me and for all of us, and I had fallen in love with it.

Yes, you are in your room, calm; you open the book to page one, no, to the last page, first you want to see how long it is. It's not too long, fortunately. Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.

Há três hipóteses a respeito dos habitantes de Bauci: que odeiam a terra; que a respeitam a ponto de evitar qualquer contato; que a amam da forma que era antes de existirem e com binóculos e telescópios apontados para baixo não se cansam de examiná-la, folha por folha, pedra por pedra, formiga por formiga, contemplando fascinados a própria ausência.

Haces bien en estar celoso. Pero tú pretendes someter los celos a la razón. –Claro: así los hago más eficaces. –Tú razonas demasiado. ¿Por qué se razona con el amor? –Para amarte más. Cualquier cosa, si se hace razonando, aumenta su poder.

El amor se reanudaba con una furia similar a la de la pelea. Era, en realidad, la misma cosa, pero Cósimo no entendía nada. –¿Por qué me haces sufrir? –Porque te amo. Ahora era él quien se enfadaba. –¡ No, no me amas! Quien ama quiere la felicidad, no el dolor. –Quien ama quiere sólo el amor, aun a costa del dolor. –Me haces sufrir adrede, entonces. –Sí, para ver si me amas.

he continues coming to this café every evening to see her, to open the old wound again, perhaps also to know who is walking her home this evening; and she comes to this café every evening perhaps deliberately to make him suffer, or perhaps hoping that the habit of suffering will become for him a habit like any other, that it will take on the flavor of the nothingness that has coated her mouth and her life for years.

in everything that was most remote from her lay the value of having her, the sense of his being the one who had her.

No se leen los clásicos por deber o por respeto, sino sólo por amor.

Mas a desgraça é que foi levado à loucura por Eros, deus pagão, que quanto mais reprimido, mais devasta...

Mientras sé que en el mundo hay alguien que hace juegos de prestidigitación solo por amor al juego, mientras sé que hay una mujer que ama la lectura por la lectura, puedo convencerme de que el mundo continúa.

?nsanlar on bir ay boyunca kenti seviyorlar, kente toz kondurmuyorlard?; gökdelenler, otomatik sigara sat?c?lar?, panoramik perdeli sinemalar sürekli bir çekicilik kayna?? say?l?yordu. Bu duyguyu kesinlikle payla?mayan tek ki?i ise Marcovaldo idi.

But it's nice to see the books all together. I love books…

Non ci può essere amore se non si è se stessi con tutte le proprie forze.

as long as I know there is a woman who loves reading for reading's sake, I can convince myself that the world continues....

No puede haber amor si no se es uno mismo con todas sus fuerzas.