Quotes About Love

You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches.

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.

You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life.

Then I see you, Standing under a spire of pale blue larkspur, With a basket of roses on your arm. You are cool, like silver, And you smile. I think the Canterbury bells are playing little tunes.

When the birds their sweethearts win And champagne is in the air, Love is here, and Love is there, Love is welcome everywhere.

And as nearer and ever nearer I felt the throb of your tread, To be in the world grew dearer, And my blood ran rosier red.

Love called, and I could not linger, But sought the forbidden tryst, As music follows the finger Of the dreaming lutanist.

Children are God's Apostles, day by day Sent forth to preach of love, and hope, and peace.

Sustenance for the infant and child is more than alimentary nourishment. The child needs love, security, narcissistic supplies -- however one may describe it.

Mature love is not a surrender of the self but a surrender to the self. The ego surrenders its hegemony of the personality to the heart, but in this surrender it is not annihilated. Rather it is strengthened because its roots in the body are nourished by the joy that the body feels.

Not to fear a person with power--to profess, instead, one's love--is to deny that that person has power.

The feeling of love is a rich feeling, but the expression of love in word or deed is a joy.

The only way you can make a marriage work is as free, independent people. It needs to be based on the good feelings that you have for each other, not on need.

If you love someone, everything else is crap.

Sierra laughed and looked so happy that it touched his heart. It didn't dawn on him until now that she always looked a little sad. And perhaps lost. Well, if she were lost, he had just found her, and he wasn't about to let her go.

Love is the easiest thing there is. It's the layers of doubt, fear, and expectation that make it complicated.

The biggest mistake any of us can make is thinking that love is a feeling, an emotion. It's not that at all. It's an action.

Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time.

You fall in love with the girl next door but married her sister.

Some feelings are stronger than fear: love, longing, desire.

People who don't like doing things together probably...well probably shouldn't get married.

me, loving someone means carrying them, and feeding them, and holding them when they're scared. God might be up there"—he nodded his head back, tilting up toward the ceiling—"but I'm down here.

Love seems to beautify and inspire all nature. It raises the earthly caterpillar into the ethereal butterfly, it paints the feathers in spring, it lights the glowworm's lamp, it wakens the song of birds, and inspires the poet's lay. Even inanimate Nature seems to feel the spell, and flowers glow with the richest colours.

All those who love Nature she loves in return, and will richly reward, not perhaps with the good things, as they are commonly called, but with the best things of this world-not with money and titles, horses and carriages, but with bright and happy thoughts, contentment and peace of mind.