Quotes About Love

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.

Do you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change.

She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.

Our love is God. Lets go grab a slushie.

Being with her can prove difficult, but life without her would be unbearable.

Summertime! And summertime in my early twenties! And in love! No, better than that - secretly in love, coddling it up in myself. It's an odd feeling, coming rarely more than once in most of our lifetimes. In books, as often as not, they represent it as a sort of anguish but it wasn't so for me. Later perhaps, but not then.

Woe to the investigator so in love with his new idea that he neglects to test it rigorously against received wisdom; woe also to the investigator so in love with his old conceptions that he refuses to weigh the merits of a new insight.

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.

Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the beloved even when what is best in the beloved finds it hard to emerge into the light.

Well, that is what you risk when you fall in love. You risk losing your dignity.

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can't be denied. It's beautiful and messy, cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there's no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is irrevocably changed.

If ever the day comes when he wakes beside me and my name doesn't come to his lips, when that bewildered look in his eyes doesn't fade away, I'll remember for us both. I won't let him forget the life we built together. I won't let him go.

As our Savior has said, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind" (Matthew 22:37). To do this, we cannot neglect the soulful development of a Christian mind.

Love makes a man mad. But the madness is so sweet

3. Love and fault-finding never go together. The more you love, the less you judge.

Love is a telescope: hatred is a microscope.

Did you know Socrates said we love whatever we lack? Or think we lack? Socrates? If you feel stupid, you'll fall for someone brainy. If you feel ugly, you'll flip your lid for someone who's easy on the eyes.

Life is complicated, love isn't. If you need to think about it for one half second, you're not in love.

All love is based on knowledge, the desire to know, the thrill of being known.

A mí me enfurecía que mi madre no tuviera cosas bonitas, y me enfurecía aún más no poder proporcionárselas yo, y más aún no poder decir nada de todo aquello en voz alta, porque mi madre seguía cantando, haciendo todo lo posible por mantener el ánimo.

Siempre había creído que ser hombre implicaba mantenerse firme, pero aquello era algo que mi madre había hecho mejor que nadie.

Sé feliz tú. Ésa es la mejor manera de hacer feliz a una madre –dijo el cura. –Supongo que no es usted el hijo único de una madre soltera.

Cuidar de mi madre significaba no decir nada que pudiera alterar su frágil optimismo.

A baseball beat writer once warned me that covering baseball every single day will cure you of your love of baseball, quick.