Quotes About Love

The Dog Hair The dog is gone. We miss him. When the doorbell rings, no one barks. When we come home late, there is no one waiting for us. We still find his white hairs here and there around the house and on our clothes. We pick them up. We should throw them away. But they are all we have left of him. We don't throw them away. We have a wild hope—if only we collect enough of them, we will be able to put the dog back together again.

The people in your happy memories have to be the same people who want to have you in their own happy memories.

I think that a certain hunger for him came first and was followed by a feeling of tenderness, gradually increasing, for a person who aroused such hunger and then satisfied it. Maybe that was what I felt for him that I thought was love.

And, everyone knows, to tolerate a person telling you about his childhood it is necessary to be in love with him.

Filled with the joy of love, I gave up sadness.

This woman had a loving heart and a capacity to understand another fallible human being.

Eleven years—that is long. Long enough so that the roots of love, if the tree is robust, plunge so deep that they will subsist always, even dried up.

She begins to write to Pierre, a sort of laboratory notebook of grief.

Color these fish. Cut them out. Punch a hole in the top of each fish. Put a ribbon through all the holes. Tie these fish together. Now read what is written on these fish: Jesus is a friend. Jesus gathers friends. I am a friend of Jesus.

The article ends, however, with a cautionary emendation of the opening statement about affection: nowadays many people make love, it says, who do not love each other, or even have any affection for each other, and whether or not this is a good thing we do not yet know.

Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.

There seemed to be three choices: to give up trying to love anyone, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish.

An effort made for the happiness of others lifts above ourselves.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love'. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

No music is so pleasant to my ears as that word—father.

The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love.' It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of sight, that somewhere in the apartment she was sleeping or eating or sitting watchfully. It was family, he guessed, more or less. Did most people want a house of living things at night, to know that in the dark around them other warm bodies slept? Such a house could even be the whole world.

Acaso un artista puede amar tanto su trabajo que, si piensa que su obra no tiene vida, tampoco él quiere tenerla ya?

Cuando se quiere de esa manera, es muy difícil vivir con un recuerdo que no se entiende. Como lo estoy viviendo yo ahora.

Então é isso: cada dia eu gosto de você de um jeito. E se a gente junta tudo que é jeito vê que gosta bem grande, vê que é amor.

Ouça, Virgínia, é preciso amar o inútil. Criar pombos sem pensar em comê-los, plantar roseiras sem pensar em colher as rosas, escrever sem pensar em publicar, fazer coisas assim, sem esperar nada em troca. A distância mais curta entre dois pontos pode ser a linha reta, mas é nos caminhos curvos que se encontram as melhores coisas.

Assim é melhor. Então você ainda gosta dele? Terá que esquecer, Virgínia. Amar a pessoa errada não é das melhores coisas que nos podem acontecer e acontece com tanta frequência. Dante se esqueceu desse círculo no seu inferno, o dos rejeitados.

Só Jesus compreende e perdoa, só Ele que já curtiu como nós, Jesus, Jesus, como eu te amo! Vou pôr um disco em sua homenagem, espera, ofereço música assim como Abel oferecia ovelhas, é lógico que ovelha é muito mais importante mas Jesus sabe que tenho horror de sangue, minhas oferendas só podem ser musicais. Jimi Hendrix?

Para aliviar a tensão fiz uma pergunta, minha ignorância real ou fingida sempre serviu para desviar as discussões que se armavam entre papai e mamãe na hora das refeições, acho a mesa o local preferido para um casal deixar bem claro que o amor acabou e em lugar dele ficou outra coisa. Mais tarde descobri que a cama é um lugar melhor ainda para esse tipo de definições.