Quotes About Love

Mother Teresa said, "Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier.

Material handouts are a poor substitute for love and understanding. People don't need more things—they need more tenderness

Las palabras amables pueden ser cortas y fáciles de expresar, pero sus ecos son infinitos" —Madre Teresa

The unfortunate truth is that many of us, instead of offering total forgiveness, pray something like this Irish Prayer: May those who love us, love us; And those who don't love us May God turn their hearts; And if He doesn't turn their hearts, May He turn their ankles, So we'll know them by their limping. People

A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.

Being heard is so close to being loved, that for the average person, they are almost indistinguishable.

Needless to say, you can love people without leading them, but you cannot lead people without loving them.

I greet you in the name of the Living God, the woman in pink says.

Always touch a person's heart before you ask him for a hand.

create memories.

The true leader serves. Serves people. Serves their best interests, and in so doing will not always be popular, may not always impress. But because true leaders are motivated by loving concern, rather than a desire for personal glory, they are willing to pay the price.15

She said, "Look me right in the eye, and tell me you don't love me, and I'll go." He stared at her. "Miss, I do not love you." "Don't give me that rot! I'm coming with you, and that's final!" "Daphne, you just said that if I said…" "That doesn't count! I said look me right in the eye! You were staring at my nose!

How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love, and who will sound the alarm?

In middle age there is mystery, there is mystification. The most I can make out of this hour is a kind of loneliness. Even the beauty of the visible world seems to crumble, yes even love. I feel that there has been some miscarriage, some wrong turning, but I do not know when it took place and I have no hope of finding it.

Alice Malloy had dark, stringy hair, and even her husband, who loved her more than he knew, was sometimes reminded by her lean face of a tenement doorway on a rainy day, for her countenance was long, vacant, and weakly lighted, a passage for the gentle transports and miseries of the poor.

She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was his little, little squirrel.

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable, even to a purblind waiter

For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better. That part of their experience that is distinct and separate, the totality of the years before they met, is changed, is redirected toward this moment. They feel they have reached an identical point of intensity, an ecstasy of rightness that they command in every part, and any recollection that occurs to them takes on this final clarity

We can cherish nothing less than our random understanding of death and the earth-shaking love that draws us to one another ... Cleanliness and valor will be our watchwords. Nothing less will get us past the armed sentry and over the mountainous border.

Mixed with the love we hold for our native country is the fact that it is the place where we were raised, and, should anything have gone a little wrong in this process, we will be reminded of this fault, by the scene of the crime, until the day we die.

Percy must have perceived, early in her marriage, that her husband's lechery was compulsive and incurable, but she was determined, like any other lover, to authenticate her suspicion.

Artemis was the sort of man who frequently proposed marriage, but at thirty he still had no wife.

He had dragged her good name through a hundred escapades, debauched her excellence, and thrown away her love, but she had never imagined that he would betray her in their plans for the end of the world.

He improvised a heretical thanksgiving for the constancy and intelligence of his wife, the clear eyes of his children, and the suppleness of his mistress.