Quotes About Love

Great lovers have made great sacrifices.

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

Which raised the question of whether she had ever loved, or even if she could love. And yet maybe what she felt was what everybody felt; maybe it was only the poets and romantics who had blown it up beyond recognition. Surely

There's no point discussing an engagement with a person determined that nothing will convince her that her love is not the be-all and end-all of her life.

Love was like the heaven the church in the old days had offered to the poor to keep them from rioting.

VIOLET LONGCOPE had, from the earliest signs of her daughter's incipient beauty, drilled into Clarabel's lovely head the warning that a single unwary submission of the heart to the wrong male charm could throw a girl perhaps irretrievably off the smooth tracks of the best laid life plan. The

There are times," I declared, "when I believe the dead haunt us because we love them too little. We forget them, you see; we don't mean to, but we do.

So as not to be murdered twice over. "Other times," I continued, "I believe we love them too much. And as a consquence they are never free to depart, because we carry them, our most deeply beloved, within ourselves. Never dead, never silent, never appeased.

Thou dost not understand the foolish things that creep into the hearts of us white men when we love a woman, not for her beauty alone, but for something that wise men say lies beyond the black gates of death, and the woman who loves and the man who loves shall yet meet again.

My love is like the suckers of the octopus.

To the glorious message of redemption there is an answering faith on the part of man, consisting in a childlike trust in Jesus Christ, and becoming at the same time a fountain of love to God and His service.

But it is more in harmony with Scripture to say that the good pleasure of God to save sinners by a substitutionary atonement was founded in the love and justice of God.

Mi?o?? nie zna granic, Holling. Kosi wszystko: wiek, kolor skóry, religi?, p?e?.

What is it about possessing things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love? And why do we become such jerks when we do? We've all been there. You want something, you possess it - and by possessing it, you lose it.

Maar nu ben ik heusch zoo dwaas niet meer: ik hoû alleen veel van lezen en is dat nu zoo 'esthetisch'?

Lijden is het grootste geven. Te geven aan wie men liefheeft, het leed van zijn lijdende ziel, is de grootste gift, die te geven is.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to pass, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite ridiculously gallant. You have also grown a little stupid.

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world.

She] knew that it was not precisely a body that one loved. One loved the man who shone out through the eyes and used its mouth to smile and speak.

Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love", which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

I am hoping that in this year of the family we will go into our families and reconcile differences.

Original art emanates in the mind ... and lessons society's confusion from self indulgence, avarice and greed to trust, hope and love.